Les pleurs des femmes
Language: French (Français)
Oh ! Pourquoi donc, lorsqu'à leurs routes
Les doux bonheurs ne manquent pas,
Pourquoi donc pleurent-elles toutes,
Ces pauvres femmes d'ici-bàs ?
Ne jetez pas sur ce mystère
Votre dédain froid et cruel,
Et par le rire de la terre
N'insultez pas aux pleurs du ciel.
Ce qui soudain déborde en elles,
Nul de vous ne l'éprouverait;
Mais vous laissez ces esprits frêles
Se bercer de leurs deuil secret!
Ce n'est pas crainte involontaire,
Ni regret, ni malheur réel,
Mais par le rire de la terre
N'insultez pas aux pleurs du ciel.
C'est un breuvage de leurs âmes,
Une exigence née ailleurs ;
Il faut souvent des pleurs aux femmes
Comme il faut de la pluie aux fleurs.
Arrosé par l'ondée amère
Leur amour fleurit, éternel,
Oh par le rire de la terre
N'insultez pas aux pleurs du ciel.
Savez-vous si ce don suprême
Luit en vain dans d'humides yeux ?
Si ce n'est pas un saint baptême,
Un sacrement religieux ?
Ne jetez pas sur ce mystère
Votre dédain froid et cruel,
Et par le rire de la terre
N'insultez pas aux pleurs du ciel.
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- ENG English (Garrett Medlock) , "The tears of women", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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The tears of women
Language: English after the French (Français)
Oh! Why then, while on their ways
They are not lacking sweet pleasures,
Why then are all of these poor women
[Here on earth] weeping?
Do not throw your disdain,
Cold and cruel, upon this mystery,
And with the laughing of the earth
Do not insult the tears of heaven.
That which suddenly overflows in them
None of you could ever experience;
But you leave these frail minds
Cradling their secret mourning!
This is not an involuntary fear,
Nor a regret, nor genuine woe.
But with the laughing of the earth
Do not insult the tears of heaven.
It is a [brew] of their souls,
A requirement born elsewhere;
Women need tears
As flowers need rain.
Watered by the bitter shower,
Their love blooms, eternal,
Oh with the laughing of the earth
Do not insult the tears of heaven.
Do you know if this supreme gift
Shines in vain in wet eyes?
[Do you know] if this is not a holy baptism,
A religious sacrament?
Do not throw your disdain,
Cold and cruel, upon this mystery,
And with the laughing of the earth
Do not insult the tears of heaven.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2019 by Garrett Medlock, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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