by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Je parangonne à ta jeune beauté
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Je [parangonne]1 à ta jeune beauté.
Qui toujours dure en son printemps nouvelle.
Ce mois d'avril qui ses fleurs renouvelle,
En sa plus gaie et verte nouveauté.

Loin devant toi [fuira]2 la cruauté :
Devant lui fuit la saison plus cruelle.
Il est tout beau, ta face est toute belle :
Ferme est son cours, ferme est ta loyauté :

Il peint les [bords, les forêts et les plaines]3,
Tu peins mes vers d'un [bel émail de fleurs :
Des laboureurs il arrose les peines]4,

[D'un vain espoir tu laves mes douleurs :
Du ciel sur l'herbe il fait tomber les pleurs]5,
Tu fais sortir de mes yeux deux fontaines.

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1 Gouvay: "compare"; further changes may exist not noted above.
2 Bertrand: "s'en fuyt"
3 Bertrand: "champs de dix mille couleurs"
4 Bertrand: "long émail de fleurs :/ D’un doux Zefyr il fait onder les plaines"
5 Bertrand: "Et toy mon cœur d’un soupir larmoyant :/ D’un beau cristal son front est rosoyant"

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  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , "I compare with your young beauty", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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I compare with your young beauty
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
I compare with your young beauty
Which lasts forever in its own new spring
This month of April which renews the flowers
In their gayest and greenest newness.

Cruelty [will flee]1 far from you
Before him2 flees the cruellest season;
He is all handsomeness, your face all beauty;
Firm is his course, firm is your loyalty;

He paints the [riverbanks, forests and plains]3,
You paint my verse with a [beautiful sprinkling of flowers;
He refreshes the hard work of labourers]4,

[With an empty hope you refresh my sadness;
From heaven he makes tears fall on the grass]5,
You make two springs flow from my eyes.

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1 Bertrand: "flees"
2 i.e., April
3 Bertrand: "fields with ten thousand colours"
4 Bertrand: "long sprinkling of flowers;/ With a sweet breeze he makes the plains undulate"
5 Bertrand: "And you [make] my heart [undulate] with a tearful sigh;/ With clear water his brow is bedewed"

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Text added to the website: 2012-06-06 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-10-27 13:14:57
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Word count: 105