English translation of La fleur des eaux
by Ernest Amédée Chausson (1855 - 1899), "La fleur des eaux", op. 19 no. 1 (1882), published 1917, first performed 1893, orchestrated 1893 [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], from Poème de l'Amour et de la Mer, no. 1, Rouart & LerolleNote: this is a translation of one multi-text setting.
L'air est plein d'une odeur exquise de lilas
Qui, fleurissant du haut des murs jusques en bas,
Embaument les cheveux des femmes.
La mer au grand soleil va toute s'embrsser,
Et sur le sable fin qu'elles viennent baiser
Roulent d'éblouissantes lames.
...
Ô ciel qui de ses yeux dois porter la couleur,
Brise qui vas chanter dans les lilas en fleur
Pour en sortir tout embaumée,
Ruisseaux qui mouillerez sa robe, ô verts sentiers,
Vous qui tressaillerez sous ses chers petits pieds,
Faites-moi voir ma bien aimée!
Text Authorship:
- by Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929), no title, appears in Les poëmes de l'amour et de la mer, in 1. La fleur des eaux, no. 1, first published 1876
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Et mon cœur s'est levé par ce matin d'été ;
Car une belle enfant était sur le rivage,
Laissant errer sur moi des yeux pleins de clarté,
Et qui me souriait d'un air tendre et sauvage.
Toi que transfiguraient la jeunesse et l'amour,
Tu m'apparus alors comme l'àme des choses ;
Mon cœur vola vers toi, tu le pris sans retour,
Et du ciel entr'ouvert pleuvaient sur nous des roses.
Text Authorship:
- by Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929), no title, appears in Les poëmes de l'amour et de la mer, in 1. La fleur des eaux, no. 4, first published 1876
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Quel son lamentable et sauvage
Va sonner l'heure de l'adieu!
La mer roule sur le rivage,
Moqueuse, et se souciant peu
Que ce soit l'heure de l'adieu.
Des oiseaux passent, l'aile ouverte,
Sur l'abîme presque joyeux ;
Au grand soleil la mer est verte, --
Et je saigne, silencieux,
En regardant briller les cieux.
... Text Authorship:
- by Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929), no title, appears in Les poëmes de l'amour et de la mer, in 1. La fleur des eaux, no. 47, first published 1876
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Je saigne en regardant ma vie Qui va s'éloigner sur les flots ; Mon âme unique m'est ravie Et la sombre clameur des flots Couvre le bruit de mes sanglots. Qui sait si cette mer cruelle La ramènera vers mon cœur ? Mes regards sont fixés sur elle; La mer chante, et le vent moqueur Raille l'angoisse de mon cœur.
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Note: this part does not appear to be from Maurice Bouchor's La fleur des eaux.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Author(s): Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929), Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
The air is full of an exquisite scent of lilacs,
Which, blooming on the walls from top to bottom,
Perfume the women's hair.
The sea goes forth to be all embraced by the sun's great glow,
And on the fine-grained sand where they kiss
Stunning billows roll.
...
O sky that bears your color from her eyes,
Breeze that goes to sing in the flowering lilacs
So as to leave them all perfumed,
Rivulets that dampen her dress, O green pathways,
You who flinch under her dear, tiny feet,
Make me see my beloved!
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2006 by Korin Kormick, (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 Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929), no title, appears in Les poëmes de l'amour et de la mer, in 1. La fleur des eaux, no. 1, first published 1876
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Translation of title "La fleur des eaux" = "The flower of the waters"
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And my heart was exalted by this summer morning,
Because a beautiful child was on the shore,
Letting her luminous eyes roam over me,
And who smiled at me with a tender, savage air.
You who transfigured Youth and Love,
You appeared to me thus like the soul of things;
My heart flew towards you, you took it without return,
And from the half-opened sky roses rained upon us.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2011 by Korin Kormick, (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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What pitiful and wild sound
Will toll the hour of goodbye!
The sea rolls on the shore
Mockingly, and caring little
That now is the hour of goodbye.
Birds pass by, with open wing,
On the nearly-joyous abyss;
In the great sunshine the sea is green,
And I bleed silently
Watching the sky sparkle.
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Note: this is a translation of the setting by Chausson. Title: "The flower of the waters"I bleed, watching my life Distance itself from me upon the waves; My very soul is torn away And the dark clamoring of the waves Covers the noise of my sobs. Who knows if this cruel sea Will lead her toward my heart again? My gazes are fixed upon her; The sea sings, and the mocking wind Scoffs at the anguish of my heart.
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Translation © by Korin Kormick