Translation © by Emily Ezust

Soulêve ta paupière close
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRI GER ITA
Soulêve ta paupière close
Qu'effleure un songe virginal ;
Je suis le spectre d'une rose
Que tu portais hier au bal.
Tu me pris encore emperlée
Des pleurs d'argent de l'arrosoir,
Et, parmi la fête étoilée,
Tu me promenas tout le soir.

Ô toi qui de ma mort fus cause,
Sans que tu puisses le chasser,
[Toute la nuit]1 mon spectre rose
À ton chevet viendra danser :
Mais ne crains rien, je ne réclame
Ni messe ni De Profundis ;
Ce léger parfum est mon âme,
Et j'arrive du du paradis.

Mon destin fut digne d'envie ;
[Pour avoir un trépas]2 si beau,
Plus d'un aurait donné sa vie,
[Car j'ai ta gorge pour]3 tombeau,
Et sur l'albâtre où je repose
Un poète, avec un baiser,
Écrivit : Ci-gît une rose
Que tous les rois vont jalouser.

About the headline (FAQ)

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Confirmed with Théophile Gauthier, La comédie de la mort, Desessart editeur, Paris, 1838, page 225.

1 Berlioz: "Toutes les nuits"
2 Berlioz: "Et pour avoir un sort"
3 Berlioz: "Car sur ton sein j'ai mon"

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

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRI Frisian [singable] (Geart van der Meer) , "De siele fan de roas", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Lo spettro della rosa", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]
Open your closed eyelid
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Open your closed eyelid
Which is gently brushed by a virginal dream!
I am the ghost of the rose
That you wore last night at the ball.
You took me when I was still sprinkled with pearls
Of silvery tears from the watering-can,
And, among the sparkling festivities,
You carried me the entire night.

O you, who caused my death:
Without the power to chase it away,
You will be visited every night by my ghost,
Which will dance at your bedside.
But fear nothing; I demand
Neither Mass nor De Profundis;
This mild perfume is my soul,
And I've come from Paradise.

My destiny is worthy of envy;
And to have a fate so fine,
More than one would give his life
For on your breast I have my tomb,
And on the alabaster where I rest,
A poet with a kiss
Wrote: "Here lies a rose,
Of which all kings may be jealous."

About the headline (FAQ)

Note: this is a translation of Berlioz's version.
Translation of title "Le spectre de la rose" = "The ghost of the rose"

Authorship

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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