Offrande à l'été
Language: French (Français)
Je veux aller vers toi
Dans la pensive nuit,
Été, pressant le corps candide
De l'aimée dont le sein apeuré, vierge,
Sous les doigts fuit et l'âme
Pour jamais sous ma lèvre est fermée,
Et, pressant dans mes bras
Le tiède et blanc fardeau
Sous la lune au profil exquis,
Sur la colline,
Je la tendrai
Vers tes étoiles,
Vers les eaux,
Le calice des lis,
Les roses purpurines,
Afin que ton sourire
Et tes doigts gracieux,
Se reposant sur elle
Où l'éclat se reflète
De ta forme éternelle
Et suave de Dieu
Fassent que sa beauté
Reste à mes yeux parfaite.
Devant les pampres verts
Et les vieux oliviers,
Un soir, je te ferai
Cette offrande vivante,
Et tu consacreras notre premier baiser.
Saison des beaux désirs
Et de la terre ardente !
Translation(s): ENG
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable): - ENG English (Laura Prichard) , title 1: "An offering to Summer", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Text added to the website: 2014-11-01.
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An offering to Summer
Language: English after the French (Français)
I want to go to you
In the pensive night,
Summer, holding the pure body
Of the beloved upon whose trembling breast, virginal,
Flees under [my] fingers and [whose] soul
Is forever captured under my lips,
And, holding in my arms
The warm and white burden
Beneath the moon, in exiquistie profile,
On the hill,
I’ll hold her up
To your stars,
To the waters,
The calyx of the lilies,
The crimson roses,
So that your smile,
And your graceful fingers
Resting on her body,
Where the light is reflected
In your image, eternal
And sweet, made by God,
Allow her beauty
To remain perfect in my eyes.
Near the green vines
And ancient olive groves,
One evening, I’ll make
Myself into a living offering for you,
And you’ll consecrate our first kiss.
[This is the] season of beautiful desires
And of the fiery earth!
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Based on- a text in French (Français) by Roger Frène (1878 - 1939)
- This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Canteloube de Malaret. Go to the text.
Text added to the website: 2016-10-06.
Last modified: 2016-10-06 14:39:57
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