by
Jean Richepin (1849 - 1926)
Le trésor
Language: French (Français)
Our translations: ENG ITA
Tu sers à mes désirs un éternel repas.
Tu peux donner toujours, tu ne t'appauvris pas.
Pour rajeunir la fleur de tes roses caresses,
Il suffit qu'après une absence tu paraisses.
Quand sans voir tes yeux bleus je reste plus d'un jour,
Je trouve un renouveau piquant dans ton amour.
Ta bouche a conservé la fraîcheur d'une aurore.
Comme avant de t'avoir, je veux t'avoir encore.
Tes charmes sont pareils au laurier toujours vert
Qui garde son printemps même au cœur de l'hiver.
Ton corps plein de secrets connaît l'art de renaître.
Je ne verrai jamais le fin fond de ton être.
Ton corps voluptueux ressemble à ce trésor
Où les Nibelungen accumulaient leur or.
On peut le disperser comme on jette du sable,
Il en reste toujours. Il est inépuisable.
Confirmed with Les caresses, Nouvelle Édition, Paris, G. Charpentier, [no date], pages 118-119.
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Corinne Orde) , title 1: "The treasure", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Francesco Campanella) , title 1: "Il tesoro", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Corinne Orde
This text was added to the website: 2007-11-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 131
The treasure
Language: English after the French (Français)
You present to my desires an eternal meal.
You can always give, you never impoverish yourself.
To rejunvenate the flower of your rosy caresses,
You need only appear after an absence.
When I spend more than a day without seeing your blue eyes,
I find a renewed zest in your love.
Your mouth has kept the freshness of dawn.
As even before having had you, I want to have you again.
Your charms are like the evergreen laurel,
Which keeps its springtime, even in the depth of winter.
Your body, full of secrets, knows the art of rebirth.
I shall never see the innermost parts of your being.
Your voluptuous body resembles that treasure-trove
Where the Nibelungen accumulated their gold.
One can disperse it as one throws sand.
Some of it always remains. It is inexhaustible.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Jean Richepin (1849 - 1926), "Le trésor", written 1877, appears in Les Caresses, in 2. Thermidor, no. 24, Paris, Éd. M. Dreyfous, first published 1882
This text was added to the website: 2007-11-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 136
