Five songs of Venice

Song Cycle by Gabriel Fauré (1845 - 1924)

Word count: 472
Original language: Cinq mélodies "de Venise"
1. Mandoline [sung text checked 1 time]
Les donneurs de sérénades
Et les belles écouteuses
Échangent des propos fades
Sous les ramures chanteuses.

C'est Tircis et c'est Aminte,
Et c'est l'éternel Clitandre,
Et c'est Damis qui pour mainte
Cruelle [fait]1 maint vers tendre.

Leurs courtes vestes de soie,
Leurs longues robes à queues,
Leur élégance, leur joie
Et leurs molles ombres bleues,

Tourbillonnent dans l'extase
D'une lune rose et grise,
Et la mandoline jase
Parmi les frissons de brise.

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  • CHI Chinese (中文) (Mei Foong Ang) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Mandoliny"
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfredo García) , "Mandolina", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Fauré, Hahn: "fit"

Researcher for this text: Nicolas Gounin
by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
1. Mandolin
The givers of serenades
And the lovely women who listen
Exchange insipid words
Under the singing branches.

There is Thyrsis and Amyntas
And there's the eternal Clytander,
And there's Damis who, for many a
Heartless woman, wrote many a tender verse.

Their short silk coats,
Their long dresses with trains,
Their elegance, their joy
And their soft blue shadows,

Whirl around in the ecstasy
Of a pink and grey moon,
And the mandolin prattles
Among the shivers from the breeze.

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Translation of title "Mandoline" = "Mandolin"


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Line count: 16
Word count: 80

Translation © by Emily Ezust
2. En sourdine [sung text checked 1 time]
Calmes dans le demi-jour
Que les branches hautes font,
Pénétrons bien notre amour
De ce silence profond.

[Fondons]1 nos âmes, nos cœurs
Et nos sens extasiés,
Parmi les vagues langueurs
Des pins et des arbousiers.

Ferme tes yeux à demi,
Croise tes bras sur ton sein,
Et de ton cœur endormi
Chasse à jamais tout dessein.

Laissons-nous persuader
Au souffle berceur et doux
Qui vient, à tes pieds, rider
Les ondes des gazons roux.

Et quand, solennel, le soir
Des chênes noirs tombera
Voix de notre désespoir,
Le rossignol chantera.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Anna Brull Piñol) , "Calms, dins el capvespre", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) [singable] (Núria Colomer) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Muted", copyright ©
  • ENG English (Laura Claycomb) (Peter Grunberg) , "Muted", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Elaine Marie Ortiz-Arandes) (Julie Nezami-Tavi) , copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Gedämpften Tons", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GRE Greek (Ελληνικά) [singable] (Christakis Poumbouris) , "Απαλή αγάπη", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Pablo Sabat) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , "En voz baja", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Fauré: "Mêlons"

Researcher for this text: Didier Pelat
by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
2. Muted
Calm in the half-day
That the high branches make,
Let us soak well our love
In this profound silence.

Let us mingle our souls, our hearts
And our ecstatic senses
Among the vague langours
Of the pines and the bushes.

Close your eyes halfway,
Cross your arms on your breast,
And from your sleeping heart
Chase away forever all plans.

Let us abandon ourselves
To the breeze, rocking and soft,
Which comes to your feet to wrinkle
The waves of auburn lawns.

And when, solemnly, the evening
From the black oaks falls,
The voice of our despair,
The nightingale, will sing.

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Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon cœur qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu'à vos yeux si beaux l'humble présent soit doux.

J'arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue, à vos pieds reposée,
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.

Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encore de vos derniers baisers ;
Laissez-la s'apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.

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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Green", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POL Polish (Polski) (Bronisława Ostrowska) , "Green", Kraków, first published 1911

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by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
3. Green
Here are some fruit, some flowers, some leaves and some branches,
And then here is my heart, which beats only for you.
Do not rip it up with your two white hands,
And may the humble present be sweet in your beautiful eyes!

I arrive all coverered in dew,
Which the wind of morning comes to freeze on my forehead.
Suffer my fatigue as I repose at your feet,
Dreaming of dear instants that will refresh me.

On your young breast allow my head to rest,
Still ringing with your last kisses;
Let it calm itself after the pleasant tempest,
And let me sleep a little, since you are resting.

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"Green" = "Green"
"Voici des fruits" = "Here are some fruit"



This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 110

Translation © by Emily Ezust
4. À Clymène [sung text checked 1 time]
Mystiques barcarolles,
Romances sans paroles,
Chère, puisque tes yeux,
  Couleur des cieux,

Puisque ta voix, étrange
Vision qui dérange
Et trouble l'horizon
  De ma raison,

Puisque l'arôme insigne
De ta pâleur de cygne,
Et puisque la candeur
  De ton odeur,

Ah ! puisque tout ton être,
Musique qui pénètre,
Nimbes d'anges défunts,
  Tons et parfums,

A, sur d'almes cadences,
En ses correspondances
Induit mon cœur subtil,
  Ainsi soit-il !

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Researcher for this text: Didier Pelat
by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
4. To Clymène
Mystic barcarolles,
Songs without words,
My darling, because your eyes,
The color of the heavens,

Because your voice, strange
Vision that upsets
And troubles the horizon
Of my reason.

Because the wonderful aroma
Of your cygnet-like pallor.
And because the distinctness
Of your fragrance.

Ah! Because your entire existence,
Like music that pervades all,
Nimbuses of former angels,
Tones and perfumes.

Has, in wondrous cadences,
Attracted into a connection
My subtle heart:
Let it be praised! Amen.

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5. C'est l'extase [sung text checked 1 time]
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 ?

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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "It is the langorous ecstasy", copyright ©
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Pierre Mathé) , "Es ist die verführerische Verzückung", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Mónica Luz Alvarez Jiménez) , no title, copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1 Fauré: "bruit"
2 Fauré: "Et"

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
5. It is the langorous ecstasy
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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Word count: 104

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