by
Max Jacob (1876 - 1944)
Cimetière
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG GER
Si mon marin vous le chassez,
Au cimetière vous me mettrez,
Rose blanche, rose blanche et rose rouge.
Ma tombe, elle est comme un jardin,
Comme un jardin, rouge et blanche,
Le dimanche vous irez, rose blanche,
Vous irez vous promener,
Rose blanche et blanc muguet,
Tante Yvonne à la Toussaint
Une couronne en fer peint
Elle apporte de son jardin
En fer peint avec des perles de satin,
Rose blanche et blanc muguet.
Si Dieu veut me ressusciter
Au Paradis je monterai, rose blanche,
Avec un nimbe doré,
Rose blanche et blanc muguet.
Si mon marin revenait,
Rose rouge et rose blanche,
Sur ma tombe il vient auprès,
Rose blanche et blanc muguet.
Souviens-toi de notre enfance, rose blanche,
Quand nous jouions sur le quai,
Rose blanche et blanc muguet.
First published in the revue Commerce, no. 22, Winter 1929, as the second of a collection of poems titled "Morven Le Gaëlique- Poèmes", and then later in Chants Bretons et inédits signés Morven le Gaélique, Paris, Éd. NRF Gallimard, 1953.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "Graveyard", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Friedhof", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 24
Word count: 131
Graveyard
Language: English  after the French (Français)
If you send my sailor away
you'll send me to my grave.
White rose, white rose and red.
My grave is like a garden,
like a garden, red and white.
On Sunday you will go walking,
white rose, white rose
and white lily of the valley.
On All Saints' Day,
Aunt Yvonne carries
into her garden a wreath
of painted iron with satin beads,
white rose and white lily of the valley.
If God wishes to bring me back to life,
I will go to Heaven, white rose,
with a golden halo,
white rose and white lily of the valley.
If my sailor returns,
red rose and white,
he will come to my grave,
white rose and white lily of the valley.
Remember our childhood, white rose,
when we played on the wharf,
white rose and white lily of the valley.
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Line count: 24
Word count: 141