Dusk | At last it is evening, peaceful and blue

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by Víctor Orban (1868 - 1946)

Translation © by Peter Low

Crépuscule

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Enfin voici le soir charmant paisible et bleu,
Celui qui réconforte et qui console un peu.
Parmi l’air immobile un parfum très léger
Se répand tout à coup et semble voltiger:
 
Ou dirait une odeur d’oliban et de roses
Qui trouble et puis endort les êtres et les choses.
Et partout il se fait un grand recueillement
Le jour pesant d’ennui se meurt si lentement
 
Qu’on est las d’espérer le lever de la lune.
C’est une heure bien douce et je n’en sais aucune
Qui nous pénètre autant de grandeur, de bonté,
Et de tendre pitié pour notre humanité.

Text Authorship:

by Víctor Orban (1868 - 1946) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

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

by Mathieu Crickboom (1871 - 1947), "Crépuscule", op. 12 (Dix Mélodies pour chant et piano) no. 3 (1908) [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]

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

ENG English (Peter Low) , "Dusk", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Peter Low [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2021-11-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 99

Dusk

Language: English after the French (Français)

At last it is evening, peaceful and blue,
the comforting time which brings some consolation.
In the still air a very faint perfume
spreads out suddenly and seems to flutter:
 
it is like a smell of olibanum and roses
that troubles and then calms all beings and things.
And everywhere there is a great meditation.
The day, heavy with boredom, dies so slowly
 
that one is weary of hoping for the moonrise.
It's a very sweet moment - I know of no other
that fills us so much with grandeur, with goodness,
and with tender pity for humanity.

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a text in French (Français) by Víctor Orban (1868 - 1946)
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This text was added to the website: 2021-11-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 97