The trampled rose | Poor flower that in the alley

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by Charles Poncy (1821 - 1891)

Translation © by Garrett Medlock

La rose foulée

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Pauvre fleur que dans l’allée,
Son pied distrait a foulée,
Sur mon cœur vis jusqu’au soir ;
Vis pour me parler de celle
Si fière, hélas ! et si belle,
Qui te brisa sans te voir.

Sa cruelle indifférence
Dans une même souffrance
Nous unit tous deux, ma sœur.
Comme toi, brisé par elle, 
Si fière, hélas ! et si belle,
N’ai-je pas le mort au cœur ?

Ô fleur ! si tu renais femme !
Parfum, si tu deviens âme !
Si Dieu te fait refleurir,
Rose, en un sein de rosière,
Sois aussi belle, et moins fière…
Tu vois qu’on en peut mourir.

Text Authorship:

by Charles Poncy (1821 - 1891) [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 Jacques Offenbach (1819 - 1880), "La rose foulée", from Les voix mystérieuses, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]

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

ENG English (Garrett Medlock) , "The trampled rose", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2016-12-14
Line count: 18
Word count: 98

The trampled rose

Language: English after the French (Français)

Poor flower that in the alley
Her distracted foot has trampled,
Live in my heart until evening;
Live to tell me of the one,
So proud, alas! and so beautiful,
Who broke you without seeing you.

Her cruel indifference
Unites us both
In an identical suffering, my sister.
Like you, broken by her,
So proud, alas! and so beautiful,
Do I not also have death in my heart?

Oh flower! if you are reborn a woman!
Scent, if you become a soul!
If God makes you to blossom again,
Rose, in the breast of a maiden,
May you also be beautiful, and less proud…
[May] you see that we can die.

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a text in French (Français) by Charles Poncy (1821 - 1891)
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This text was added to the website: 2020-02-27
Line count: 18
Word count: 111