by
Víctor Orban (1868 - 1946)
Solitude
Language: French (Français)
A quoi donc penses-tu, ô pauvre inconsolé
Dont la vie est si morne et le destin si triste?
Pourquoi donc t’attendrir avec un Cœur d’artiste
Devant l’aube naissante et l’océan voilé?
Tu contemples la mer où le soleil se lève
Et, le chant des marins enivrant ton cerveau,
Il te semble voguer vers un pays nouveau
Où tout a la douceur et la beauté du rêve.
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Solitude
Language: English after the French (Français)
What are you thinking about, poor disconsolate man
with a dreary life and a sinister fate?
Why become emotional in your artist's heart
at the burgeoning dawn and the veiled ocean?
You look out on the sea where the sun is rising,
and, as the sailors' song intoxicates your brain,
you imagine you are sailing towards a new land
where everything has the sweetness and the beauty of dream.
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