English translations of Cinq Mélodies pour Chant et Piano, opus 32
by Nikolay Aleksandrovich Sokolov (1859 - 1922)
La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée... Ô bien aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in La bonne chanson, no. 6, first published 1870
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The white moon shines in the woods. From each branch springs a voice beneath the arbor. Oh my beloved... Like a deep mirror the pond reflects the silhouette of the black willow where the wind weeps. Let us dream! It is the hour... A vast and tender calm seems to descend from a sky made iridescent by the moon. It is the exquisite hour!
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Grant A. Lewis, (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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C'est l'extase langoureuse, C'est la fatigue amoureuse, C'est tous les frissons des bois Parmi l'étreinte des brises, C'est vers les ramures grises Le choeur des petites voix. O le frêle et frais murmure ! Cela gazouille et susurre, Cela ressemble au [cri]1 doux Que l'herbe agitée expire... Tu dirais, sous l'eau qui vire, Le roulis sourd des cailloux. Cette âme qui se lamente [En]2 cette plainte dormante C'est la nôtre, n'est-ce pas ? La mienne, dis, et la tienne, Dont s'exhale l'humble antienne Par ce tiède soir, tout bas ?
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in Romances sans paroles, in Ariettes oubliées, no. 1, first published 1872
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Fauré: "bruit"
2 Fauré: "Et"
It is the langorous ecstasy, It is the fatigue after love, It is all the rustling of the wood, In the embrace of breezes; It is near the gray branches: A chorus of tiny voices. Oh, what a frail and fresh murmur! It babbles and whispers, It resembles the soft noise That waving grass exhales. You might say it were, under the bending stream, The muffled sound of rolling pebbles. This soul, which laments And this dormant moan, It is ours, is it not? Is it [not] mine[?] -- tell [me] -- and yours, Whose humble anthem we breathe On this mild evening, so very quietly?
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Il [pleure]1 dans mon cœur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon cœur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie, Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un cœur qui s'ennuie, Ô le [chant]2 de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans [ce]3 cœur qui s'écœure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? ... [Ce]4 deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine, De ne savoir pourquoi... Sans amour et sans haine Mon cœur a tant de peine !
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- by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in Romances sans paroles, in Ariettes oubliées, no. 3, Sens, Typographie de Maurice L'Hermite, first published 1874
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Rostand: "pleut"
2 Debussy: "bruit"
3 Fauré, Rostand: "mon"; Madetoja: "le"
4 Fauré, Rostand: "Mon"
There is weeping in my heart like the rain falling on the town. What is this languor that pervades my heart? Oh the patter of the rain on the ground and the roofs! For a heart growing weary oh the song of the rain! There is weeping without cause in this disheartened heart. What! No betrayal? There's no reason for this grief. Truly the worst pain is not knowing why, without love or hatred, my heart feels so much pain.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2000 by Peter Low, (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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- a text in French (Français) by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in Romances sans paroles, in Ariettes oubliées, no. 3, Sens, Typographie de Maurice L'Hermite, first published 1874
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Donc, ce sera par un clair jour d'été Le grand soleil, complice de ma joie, Sera, parmi le satin et la soie, Plus belle encor votre chère beauté ; Le ciel tout bleu, comme une haute tente, Frissonnera somptueux à longs plis Sur nos deux fronts heureux qu'auront pâlis L'émotion du bonheur et l'attente ; Et quand le soir viendra, l'air sera doux Qui se jouera, caressant, dans vos voiles, Et les regards paisibles des étoiles Bienveillamment souriront aux époux.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), no title, appears in La bonne chanson, no. 19, Paris, Éd. Alphonse Lemerre, first published 1870
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And so, it shall be on a bright summer's day: The great sun, complicit in my joy, Shall, amidst the satin and silk, Make your dear beauty more beauteous still; The bluest sky, like a tall tent, Shall ripple in long creases Upon our two happy foreheads, white With happiness and anticipation; And when the evening comes, the caressing breeze That plays in your veils shall be sweet, And the peaceful gazes of the stars Shall smile benevolently upon the lovers.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2007 by Laura L. Nagle, (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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Une aube affaiblie
Verse par les champs
La mélancolie
Des soleils couchants.
La mélancolie
Berce de doux chants
Mon cœur qui s'oublie
Aux soleils couchants.
Et d'étranges rêves,
...
Défilent, pareils
À des grands soleils
Couchants sur les grèves.
Text Authorship:
- by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896), "Soleils couchants", written 1866, appears in Poèmes saturniens, in 3. Paysages tristes, no. 1, Paris, Éd. Alphonse Lemerre, first published 1866
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Enfeebled dawn
Pours through the fields
The melancholy
Of setting suns.
The melancholy
Cradles with its sweet songs
My heart, forgetful
Of setting suns.
And in strange dreams,
[ ... ]
File by, equalling
Great suns
Setting on the strand.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2015 by David Wyatt and Emily 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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