Cinq Robaiyat

Chaque matin, la rosée accable les tulipes,
les jacinthes et les violettes,
mais le soleil les délivre de leur brillant fardeau.
Chaque matin, mon cœur est plus lourd dans ma poitrine,
mais ton regard le délivre de sa tristesse.

Text Authorship:

• by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), no title, appears in Robaiyat, no. 124, Paris, Éd. Piazza, first published 1924

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Pourquoi tant de douceur, de tendresse, au début de notre amour ? 
Pourquoi tant de caresses, tant de délices, après ? 
Maintenant, ton seul plaisir est de déchirer mon cœur... 
Pourquoi ?

Text Authorship:

• by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), no title, appears in Robaiyat, no. 73, Paris, Éd. Piazza, first published 1924

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Nuit. Silence. Immobilité d'une branche et de ma pensée. 
Une rose, image de ta splendeur éphémère, 
vient de laisser tomber un de ses pétales. 
Où es-tu, en ce moment, toi qui m'as tendu 
la coupe et que j'appelle encore ? 
Sans doute, aucune rose ne s'effeuille près de celui 
que tu désaltères là-bas, et tu es privée 
du bonheur amer dont je sais t'enivrer.

Text Authorship:

• by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), no title, appears in Robaiyat, no. 97, Paris, Éd. Piazza, first published 1924

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Quand tu chancelles sous le poids de la douleur,
quand tu n'as plus de larmes,
pense à la verdure qui miroite après la pluie.
Quand la splendeur du jour t'exaspère, 
quand tu souhaites qu'une nuit définitive 
s'abatte sur le monde,
pense au réveil d'un enfant.

Text Authorship:

• by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), no title, appears in Robaiyat, no. 147, Paris, Éd. Piazza, first published 1924

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Serviteurs, n'apportez pas les lampes 
puisque mes convives, exténués, 
se sont endormis.  J'y vois suffisamment 
pour distinguer leur pâleur. 
Étendus et froids, ils seront ainsi 
dans la nuit du tombeau. 
N'apportez pas les lampes, 
car il n'y a pas d'aube chez les morts.

Text Authorship:

• by Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955), no title, appears in Robaiyat, no. 146, Paris, Éd. Piazza, first published 1924

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Researcher for this page: Geoffrey Wieting