by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by Peter Low

Le soir qu'Amour vous fit en la salle...
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG GER
Le soir qu'Amour vous fit en la salle descendre
Pour danser d'artifice un beau ballet d'amour,
Vos yeux, bien qu'il fût nuit, ramenèrent le jour,
Tant ils surent d'éclairs par la place répandre.

Le ballet fut divin, qui se soulait reprendre,
Se rompre, se refaire et, tour dessus retour,
Se mêler, s'écarter, se tourner à l'entour,
Contre-imitant le cours du fleuve de Méandre.

Ores il était rond, ores long, or' étroit,
Or en pointe, en triangle, en la façon qu'on voit
L'escadron de la grue évitant la froidure.

Je faux, tu ne dansais, mais ton pied voletait
Sur le haut de la terre; aussi ton corps s'était
Transformé pour ce soir en divine nature.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Peter Low) , title 1: "The night that Eros in the Ballet Room", copyright © 2000, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: LaDonna Manternach

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:47
Line count: 14
Word count: 114

The night that Eros in the Ballet Room
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
 The night that Eros in the Ballet Room
 had you perform an artful dance of love,
 your eyes seemed to bring back the sun above,
 so well did their bright rays dispel all gloom.
 
 It was divine: I watched the dance resume
 and break off and re-form and turn upon turn
 diverge and then remerge and wind in curves
 in imitation of Meander's stream.
 
 Now it was long, now narrow, sometimes round
 and sometimes pointed in the V formation
 of cranes in flight escaping Winter's coldness.
 
 I'm wrong, you did not dance: above the ground
 your body flew - for once mortal creation
 attained the airy nature of a goddess.

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2000 by Peter Low, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:47
Line count: 14
Word count: 111