I die, Paschal, when I see her looking so lovely | I die, Paschal, when I see her looking so lovely

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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by David Wyatt

Je meurs, Paschal, quand je la vois si...

Language: French (Français)

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Je meurs, Paschal, quand je la vois si belle 
Le front si beau, et la bouche et les yeux, 
Yeux le logis d'amour victorieux 
Qui m'a blessé d'une flèche nouvelle.

Je n'ai ni sang, ni veine, ni moelle, 
Qui ne se change : et me semble qu'aux cieux 
Je suis ravi, assis entre les dieux, 
Quand le bonheur me conduit auprès d'elle.

Ah ! que ne suis-je en ce monde un grand roi !
Elle serait ma reine auprès de moi :
Mais n'étant rien, il faut que je m'absente

De sa beauté, dont je n'ose approcher
Que d'un regard transformer je ne sente
Mes yeux en fleuve et mon cœur en rocher.

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I die, Paschal, when I see her looking so lovely

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Language: English after the French (Français)

I die, Paschal, when I see her looking so lovely
Her brow so fine, her lips and eyes,
Her eyes the home of conquering love
Who has wounded me with his latest arrow.

I have neither blood nor vein nor marrow
Which is not changed, and it seems that to heaven
I've been swept up, sat between the gods,
When good fortune brings me near to her.

O that I could be a great king in this world!
She should be my queen beside me --
But being nothing I have to take myself away

From her beauty which I dare not approach
Save when, with a transforming glance, I feel
My eyes streaming with tears, my heart a stone.

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