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by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786 - 1859)
Translation © by Grant Hicks

Pays des noirs ! berceau du pauvre...
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  ENG
Pays des noirs ! berceau du pauvre Arsène,
[Ton souvenir vient-il chercher mon cœur ?]1
Vent de Guinée, est-ce ta douce haleine
Qui me caresse et charme ma douleur !
M'apportes-tu les [baisers]2 de ma mère,
Ou la chanson [qui console]3 mon père ?...
  Jouez, dansez, beaux petits blancs ;
  Pour être bons, restez enfans !

Nègre captif, [courbé]4 sur le rivage,
Je te vois rire en [songeant]5 à la mort ;
Ton âme libre ira sur un nuage,
Où ta naissance avait fixé ton sort.
Dieu te rendra les baisers [d'une]6 mère
Et la chanson que t'apprenait ton père !...
  Jouez, dansez, beaux petits blancs ;
  Pour être bons, restez enfans !

Pauvre et content, jamais le noir paisible,
Pour vous troubler, n'a traversé les flots ;
Et parmi [nous]7, sous un maître inflexible,
Jamais d'un homme on n'entend les sanglots.
Pour [nous]7 ravir aux baisers d'une mère,
Qu'avons-nous fait au dieu de votre père ?...
  Jouez, dansez, beaux petits blancs ;
  Pour être bons, restez enfans !

Available sung texts: (what is this?)

•   A. Adam •   J. Naderman 

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Confirmed with Marceline Desbordes-Valmore, Les Veillées des Antilles, Paris: François Louis, 1821, Page 16.

Sometimes titled "L'esclave" in anthologies.
1 Adam: "Songes confus qui courez dans mon cœur,"
2 Naderman: "soupirs"
3 Adam: "que m'apprenait"
4 Naderman: "couché"
5 Naderman: "rêvant"
6 Adam, Naderman: "de ta"
7 Naderman: "vous"

Text Authorship:

  • by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786 - 1859), "L'esclave", appears in Les Veillées des Antilles, appears in Romances inédites de M. Desbordes-Valmore, recueillies par Bertrand Guégan, et décorées de vignettes par Pierre Laprade, no. 10, Sarah, p. 16, first published 1821 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Adolphe Charles Adam (1803 - 1856), "Restez enfants" [ high voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
  • by Jean François Joseph Naderman (1773 - 1835), "L'esclave", published 1928 [ medium voice, unaccompanied ], from Romances inédites de M. Desbordes-Valmore, recueillies par Bertrand Guégan, et décorées de vignettes par Pierre Laprade, no. 10, Paris, Éd. de la Collection des Parallèles [sung text checked 1 time]

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

  • ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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

This text was added to the website: 2013-07-14
Line count: 24
Word count: 165

Land of the black man! cradle of poor...
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Land of the black man! cradle of poor Arsène,
[Is your memory coming in search of my heart?]1
Wind from Guinea, is it your sweet breath 
That caresses me and beguiles my pain?
Are you bringing me my mother's [kisses]2,
Or the song that [comforts]3 my father?
  Dance and play, pretty white children;
  If you wish to be good, do not grow up!

Negro captive, [hunched]4 on the shore,
I see you laugh when you [contemplate]5 death;
Your soul set free will travel on a cloud,
To where your birth had settled your fate.
God will give you [a]6 mother's kisses,
And the song you learned from your father!
  Dance and play, pretty white children;
  If you wish to be good, do not grow up!

Poor and contented, the peaceful black man
Has never crossed the waves to trouble you;
And among [us]7, under a strict master,
No man is ever heard sobbing.
To steal [us]7 away from a mother's kisses,
What have we done to the god of your father?
  Dance and play, pretty white children;
  If you wish to be good, do not grow up!

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Translations of titles:
"L'esclave" = "The Slave"
"Restez enfants" = "Do Not Grow Up"

1 Adam: "vague musings that run in my heart,"
2 Naderman: "sighs"
3 Adam: "I learned from"
4 Naderman: "lying"
5 Naderman: "dream of"
6 Adam, Naderman: "your"
7 Naderman: "you"

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2025 by Grant Hicks, (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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Based on:

  • a text in French (Français) by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786 - 1859), "L'esclave", appears in Les Veillées des Antilles, appears in Romances inédites de M. Desbordes-Valmore, recueillies par Bertrand Guégan, et décorées de vignettes par Pierre Laprade, no. 10, Sarah, p. 16, first published 1821
    • Go to the text page.

 

This text was added to the website: 2025-12-24
Line count: 24
Word count: 197

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