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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 & Lerolle

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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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  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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Note: this part does not appear to be from Maurice Bouchor's La fleur des eaux.

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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!

Text Authorship:

  • 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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Translation of title "La fleur des eaux" = "The flower of the waters"



 ... 

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.

Text Authorship:

  • 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.

 ... 

Text Authorship:

  • 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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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.

Text Authorship:

  • 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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Translation © by Korin Kormick
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