The retreat
Language: English
I live no more in the outer world; for me
The rose is faded and the wine-cup dry;
Not that I fall to vainer apathy,
Nor sated with false pleasure, vainly sigh.
But having proved the world in all its ways,
With sense, with dignity, nor fond nor mad,
I find not there a single thing to praise,
No, nor a single thing to make me glad.
A staggering drunken animal I see,
Careering o'er bare mountains and bare plains,
Intent upon its own absurdity,
And loving pleasure only for its pains;
That is the world, ah, friend, let us retire
In to the spacious chamber of our mind
To sit and talk before the cosy fire
And listen to the winter, wailing wind!
Translation(s): FRE FRE SPA
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Other available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable): - SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfredo García) , title 1: "El retiro", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Jean-Pierre Granger) , title 1: "La retraite", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Text added to the website: 2008-12-06.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:01
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Word count: 124
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La retraite
Language: French (Français) after the English
Je ne vis plus dans ce monde; pour moi
La rose est fanée et la coupe de vin est vide ;
Non pas que je succombe à une vaine torpeur,
Ni que je sois assouvis de faux plaisirs, soupir superflu.
Après avoir pesé le monde sous toutes ses facettes,
Avec raison, avec dignité, sans naïveté ni violence,
Je n'y trouve pas une seule chose à glorifier,
Non, pas une seule chose qui puisse me contenter.
Je ne vois qu'un animal ivre titubant,
Se précipiter par monts et vallées,
Asservi à sa propre absurdité et ses ravissants plaisirs
Seulement pour finir par en souffrir.
Voilà le monde, ah, mon ami, retirons-nous
Dans la chambre spacieuse de notre esprit
S'asseoir et discuter devant un bon feu
Et écouter le gémissement du vent d'hiver.
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