Le Montagnard exilé
Language: French (Français)
Loin de la sauvage campagne
Où brille mon heureux matin,
Tendre arbrisseau de la montagne,
Transplanté sur un sol lointain,
Je sens que ma sève est tarie,
Et je soulève vers le ciel
Ma tête mourante er flétrie.
Ah! rendez ma racine au rocher paternel!
Désormais en butte á l'orage,
De nos monts l'abri protecteur
Ne défendra plus mon feuillage
Contre les vents et leur fureur.
Je veux livrer ma destinée
A votre souffle, autan mortel.
Mais de ma feuille abandonnée,
Emportez la dépouille au rocher paternel!
Ainsi Mandel, loin de la rive
Où coulèrent ses premier jours,
Soupirait romance plaintive
Sur la lyre des troubadours.
Car le tegret de sa patrie
Lentement consumait Mandel
Voyant couler sa triste vie
Loin de l'antique tour et du toit patemel.
Son coeur demandait la vallée
Où l'Isère au cours sinueux
Baigne la colline isolée,
Théâtre de ses premiers jeux.
Mais, vains désirs de sa tendresse,
Le courroux du destin cruel
Enchaînait sa vive jeunesse
Loin de l'antique tour et du toit paternel.
Il se rappelait la chapelle,
Qui s’élève sur un rocher,
Dans les bois montrant sa tourelle
Et son solitaire clocher.
Là bégayait sa tendre enfance,
Lorsqu’il offrait à l’Éternel
Les simples voeux de l’innocence
Pour tout ce qu’il aimait sous le toit paternel.
Songeant aux cours abandonnées
Où ce preux de si grand renom,
Bayard, dans ses jeunes années,
Aimait à chausser l’éperon.
Il se disait: «Vers la nuit sombre
Les vieux débris du vieux castel
N’entendront plus mes pas dans l’ombre;
Car je vis exilé loin du toit paternel.»
Ainsi parfois sa rêverie
Inspirait ses tendres accents;
Mais souvent son âme attendrie
Par les pleurs suspendait les chants.
Lors par degrés faible et tremblante,
S'éteignait la voix de Mandel,
Comme au soir la lueur mourante
Du rayon pâlissant sur le toit paternel.
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The exiled Montagnard
Language: English after the French (Français)
Far from the wild countryside
Where shines my happy morning,
Tender shrub of the mountain,
Transplanted into distant soil,
I feel that my sap is dry,
And I lift to the sky
My head, dying and withered.
Ah! return my root to the paternal rock!
Henceforth subjected to the storm,
The protective shelter of our mountains
Will no longer defend my foliage
Against the winds and their fury.
I want to deliver my destiny
To your breath, just as fatal.
But of my abandoned leaf
Bring the remains to the paternal rock!
Thus Mandel, far from the shore
Where flowed his first days,
Sighed a plaintive love song
On the lyre of the troubadours.
Because the regret of his homeland
Slowly consumed Mandel,
Seeing his sad life run
Far from the old tower and the paternal roof.
His heart asked the valley
Where the Isère on its winding course
Bathes the isolated hill,
Theater of his first games.
But, vain desires of his tenderness,
The wrath of cruel destiny
Chained his lively youth
Far from the old tower and the paternal roof.
He remembered the chapel
Which raises itself on a rock
In the woods showing its turret
And its solitary bell tower.
There stuttered his tender childhood,
When he offered to the Eternal God
The simple wishes of his innocence
For all that he loved under the paternal roof.
Thinking of abandoned paths
Where that gallant of such great renown,
Bayard, in his young years,
Loved to put on the spurs.
He said: “[In] the somber night
The old ruins of the old castle
Did not hear my steps in the darkness;
Because I was exiled far from the paternal roof.”
Thus sometimes his reverie
Inspired his soft accents;
But often his touched soul
On the tears hung the songs.
When by degrees weak and trembling
The voice of Mandel extinguished itself
Like in evening the dying glow
Of the pale ray on the paternal roof.
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