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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Pour boire dessus l'herbe tendre
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  ENG GER
Pour boire dessus l'herbe tendre
Je veux sous un laurier m'étendre,
Et veux qu'Amour, d'un petit brin
Ou de lin ou de chènevière
[Trousse au flanc]1 sa robe légère,
[Et, mi-nue,]2 me verse du vin.

[L'incertaine vie]3 de l'homme
De jour en jour se roule comme
Aux rives se roulent les flots :
Puis après notre heure dernière
Rien [de nous ne]4 reste en la bière
[Qu'une vieille carcasse d'os]5.

Je [ne]6 veux, selon la coutume,
Que d'encens ma tombe on parfume,
Ni qu'on y verse des odeurs ;
Mais [tandis] que je suis envie,
J'ai de me parfumer envie,
Et de me couronner de fleurs,7

De moi-même je me veux faire
L'héritier pour me satisfaire ;
Je ne veux vivre pour autrui.
Fol le Pélican qui se blesse
Pour les siens, et fol qui se laisse
Pour les siens travailler d'ennui.

Available sung texts: (what is this?)

•   L. Gouvy 

L. Gouvy sets stanzas 1-3

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1 Gouvy: "Relève"
2 Gouvy: "Et gaiment"
3 Gouvy: "La vie incertaine"
4 Gouvy: "ne nous"
5 Gouvy: "Que la poussière de nos os"
6 omitted by Gouvy.
7 Gouvy adds
Qu'on verse des odeurs !
Qu'on me qouronne de fleurs !

Text Authorship:

  • by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, appears in Les Odes, no. 17 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Louis Théodore Gouvy (1819 - 1898), "Pour boire dessus l'herbe tendre", op. 43 (Quatre chansons) no. 3, published 1876, stanzas 1-3 [ voice and piano ], from 40 Poèmes de Ronsard, no. 39, Paris, Éd Simon Richault [sung text checked 1 time]
  • by Victor Massé (1822 - 1884), "Épicurienne" [ high voice and piano ], from Chants d'autrefois: recueil des premières mélodies de V. Massé, no. 8, Éditions Léon Grus [sung text not yet checked]

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

  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , "To drink upon the tender grass", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) (Heide Wiesner) , "Ein Glas auf weichem Gras zu trinken", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2011-06-03
Line count: 24
Word count: 147

To drink upon the tender grass
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
To drink upon the tender grass
I'd like to stretch out under a laurel,
And I'd like Love to tie, with a strand
Of linen or of hemp,
Her light dress at her side
And, half-naked, pour me wine.

The uncertain life of man
Unfolds from day to day like
Waves rolling onto the riverbanks;
Then, after our final hour, 
Nothing of us remains in the coffin
But an old frame of bones.

I do not wish, as is the custom, 
That they perfume my tomb with incense,
Nor pour out sweet-smelling oil on it,
But so long as I am alive
I would like to be perfumed
And indeed crowned with flowers.

I would like to make myself
My legatee, to satisfy myself;
I wish to live for no-one else.
Foolish the pelican who wounds herself
For her little ones, and foolish he who lets himself
For his little ones work in boredom.

Translator's note for stanza 4 lines 4-5: the 'pelican in her piety', who wounds her own breast to feed her little ones, is a standard medieval image of Christ bleeding for his earthly children. Ronsard is continuing here his theme of disrespect for society's norms.


Text Authorship:

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (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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Based on:

  • a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, appears in Les Odes, no. 17
    • Go to the text page.

 

This text was added to the website: 2012-07-25
Line count: 24
Word count: 154

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