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Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à...

Language: French (Français)

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à la chandelle,
Assise aupres du feu, devidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant,
Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle.

Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Desja sous le labeur à demy sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de Ronsard ne s'aille resveillant,
Benissant vostre nom de louange immortelle.

Je seray sous la terre, et fantaume sans os :
Par les ombres Myrtheux je prendray mon repos.
Vous serez au fouyer une vieille accroupie,

Regrettant mon amour, et vostre fier desdain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain :
Cueillez dés aujourd'huy les roses de la vie.


Translation(s): DUT ENG ENG GER GER

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See also Yeats' free adaptation, When you are old.

Huberti and Swithinbank use this version with (partially) modernized spelling:

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, [en]1 vous émerveillant:
Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j'étais belle.

Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Déjà sous le labeur à demy sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de [Ronsard]2 ne s'aille réveillant,
Bénissant vôtre nom de louange immortelle.

Je seray sous la terre, et fantôme sans os :
Par les ombres myrteux je prendrai mon repos;
Vous serez au foyer une vieille accroupie,

Regrettant mon amour, et vôtre fier dédain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain :
Cueillez dès aujourd'huy les roses de la vie.
1 Huberti: "et" [sic]
2 Swithinbank: "mon nom"

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

Authorship


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

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

  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Humbert Wolfe) , no title, first published 1934
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Pflücke die Rosen, so lange du kannst", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2011-06-03 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2017-10-11 12:39:25

Line count: 14
Word count: 108

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When you are good and old, in the...

Language: English after the French (Français)

When you are good and old, in the evening by candlelight
Sat near the fire, carding and spinning,
You will say as you sing my poems while marvelling
"Ronsard made me famous at the time when I was beautiful."

Then you'll have just one servant to hear this news,
Already half-asleep at her task,
Who at the sound of 'Ronsard' will suddenly wake
Congratulating you for this immortal praise.

I shall be beneath the earth, a bloodless1 ghost;
Among the shadows of myrtle I shall take my rest.
You will be old and bent over the hearth,

Regretful for my love and your proud scorn of it.
So live, if you believe me2, don't wait for tomorrow;
Pluck life's roses today!


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1 literally 'boneless'
2 or perhaps, 'So live, heed me'

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Based on
  • a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, appears in Le Second Livre des Sonnets pour Hélène, no. 24 DUT GER GER
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Charles Baudouin, Raoul Blondel, as Raoul Brunel, Ernst Alexander 'Sas' Bunge, Robert Caby, Paul Chabot, Charles Colas, Théodore Gouvy, Gustave Léon Huberti, Georges Menier, Guido Spinetti, Mick Swithinbank. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2012-07-26 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2018-11-27 20:08:46

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Word count: 121