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Trois mélodies [1921]

by Ernest Moret (1871 - 1949)

Translated to:

English — Three Mélodies (Grant Hicks)

1. Je parerai tes bras  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: French (Français) 
Je parerai tes bras de bracelets,
ton cou d'un collier,
tes lèvres de mes lèvres,

je scellerai ton rêve de ma fièvre,
ta gaieté l'encouragerai
de toute mon âme grisée,

tes cheveux les couronnerai
des acclamations qu'arracherai
aux trouvères surpassés.

Puis te demanderai pardon
d'avoir si mal chanté le don
parfumé de ta grâce souveraine
et l'assentiment de ta beauté reine.

Text Authorship:

  • by Gustave Kahn (1859 - 1936), no title

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

  • ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with Gustave Kahn, Domaine de fée, Brussels, Société Nouvelle, 1895, page 11.


Researcher for this page: Grant Hicks [Guest Editor]

2. Que m'importe ! Je t'aime... [sung text not yet checked]

Note: this is a multi-text setting


Je ne chercherai pas à te jamais comprendre,
Je ne chercherai pas à savoir si tu mens,
Pourvu que ton regard ou ta voix me soit tendre,
Pourvu que tes deux bras me soient toujours aimants.

Text Authorship:

  • by Henri Cazalis (1840 - 1909), as Jean Lahor, no title, appears in En Orient, in 1. Les Quatrains d'Al-Ghazali, in 1. Les amours, in 1. L'Amour de la Femme, no. 102, Paris, Éd. Alphonse Lemerre, first published 1907

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Joost van der Linden) , "Ik ben er niet op uit", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with Œuvres de Jean Lahor. En Orient, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, 1907, page 63.

Note: This is not a translation. Al-Ghazali left no known poetry; these quatrains were written by Jean Lahor (pseudonym of Henri Cazalis), who imagined himself into Al-Ghazali's life and thought, adopting the quatrain form because it was current in Omar Khayyam's era.


Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler



Si tu m'aimes ou non, je ne le veux savoir ;
Je t'aime et m'en contente, et ne sais qu'une chose,
C'est que ton corps exquis est doux comme la rose
Qu'en rêvant on respire et baise tout un soir.

Text Authorship:

  • by Henri Cazalis (1840 - 1909), as Jean Lahor, no title, appears in En Orient, in 1. Les Quatrains d'Al-Ghazali, in 1. Les amours, in 1. L'Amour de la Femme, no. 103

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Joost van der Linden) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with Œuvres de Jean Lahor. En Orient, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, 1907, page 63.

Note: This is not a translation. Al-Ghazali left no known poetry; these quatrains were written by Jean Lahor (pseudonym of Henri Cazalis), who imagined himself into Al-Ghazali's life and thought, adopting the quatrain form because it was current in Omar Khayyam's era.


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]


3. De la neige et de l'ombre tombent  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: French (Français) 
Sur la terre il tombe de la neige,
Sur la terre il tombe de l'ombre.

Où sont allées les feuilles sèches ?
Même les feuilles sèches sont mortes,
Et maintenant de la neige et de l'ombre tombent.

On dirait de mauvais anges qui heurtent
Les marteaux rouillés contre les portes,
Des anges qui nous tuent de souffrances très lentes.

Et, à l'horizon, les tristes nues, traînantes..

Les maisons sont closes comme des tombes sombres,
Et, partout, c'est de la neige et de l'ombre qui tombent.

Text Authorship:

  • by (André Jules) Ferdinand Hérold (1865 - 1940), no title, written 1893?, appears in Chevaleries sentimentales , Éd. de la librairie de l'Art indépendant, first published 1893

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

  • ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with André-Ferdinand Herold, Chevaleries sentimentales, Paris: Librairie de l'art indépendant, 1893, page 97.


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Grant Hicks [Guest Editor]
Total word count: 220
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