by
Rémy Belleau (1527/8 - 1577)
Ah ! je vous pri', mes yeux, soyez‑moi...
Language: French (Français)
Ah ! je vous pri', mes yeux, soyez-moi si courtois
De me fournir de pleurs, n'épargnez la fontaine
Qui ne tarit jamais de l'humeur de ma peine,
Soyez-m'en libéraux, au moins a cette fois !
Je sens une douleur qui m'étoupe la voix,
Qui me glace le sang et retient mon haleine ;
Je vois déjà la mort cruelle qui me mène
Où les simples bergers sont grands comme les rois.
Cette douleur me vient d'une jalouse envie
Que j'ai de voir, absent, les grâces de ma vie
Avant que de mourir, et de baiser encor
L'ivoire blanchissant de sa chaste poitrine,
De voir ses yeux, sa main et sa marche divine,
Puis, en baisant, mourir dessus ses lèvres d'or.
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Confirmed with Les chefs-d'vre lyriques de Pierre de Ronsard et de son école, ed. by Auguste Dorchain, Paris, A. Perche, pages 88-89.
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Ah, my eyes, I beg you, be so kind
Language: English after the French (Français)
Ah, my eyes, I beg you, be so kind
As to provide me with tears, don’t spare the fountain
Which never runs out of water for my pain:
And be liberal with them, at least this time.
I feel a sadness which stops my voice,
Which freezes my blood and stops my breath.
I already see cruel death leading me
Where simple shepherds are great as kings.
That sadness comes to me from a jealous desire
I have of seeing, though I’m absent, the Grace of my life
Before I die, and of kissing again
The white ivory of her chaste bosom,
Of seeing her eyes, her hand and her divine way of walking,
And then as I’m kissing her of dying under her golden lips.
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Word count: 126
