Dans la saison qu'Adonis fut blessé,
Mon cœur aussi de l'atteinte soudaine
D'un regard lancé.
Hors de l'abyme où le temps nous entraîne,
T'évoquerai-je, ô belle, en vain — ô vaines
Ombres, souvenirs.
Ah ! dans mes bras qui pleurais demi-nue,
Certe serais encore, à revenir,
Ah ! la bienvenue.
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
• L. Beydts View text with all available footnotes
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Louis Beydts (1896 - 1953), "Le temps d'Adonis", 1945, published 1946 [ high voice and piano or orchestra ], from d’Ombre et de soleil, no. 1, Éd. Durand [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Maurice Jaubert (1900 - 1940), "Le Temps d'Adonis", 1923-1924, published 1925 [ high voice and piano ], from Quatre Romances, no. 4, Éd. Jobert [sung text not yet checked]
- by Jacques Leguerney (1906 - 1997), "Le temps d'Adonis", 1943 [ voice and piano ], from Dix Poèmes de Paul-Jean Toulet, no. 8 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Roland Alexis Manuel Levy (1891 - 1966), as Roland-Manuel, "Le Temps d'Adonis", 1922, published 1923 [ voice and piano ], from Trois romances de P. J. Toulet, no. 3, Éd. Heugel [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ludwig-Wolfgang Simoni , "Le temps d'Adonis", 1944 [ mezzo-soprano and strings ], from Quatre Contrerimes de P.J. Toulet, no. 4, Éd. du Chant du Monde [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , "The Time of Adonis", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2011-06-03
Line count: 9
Word count: 49
In the season when Adonis was wounded,
So was my heart by the sudden onslaught
Of a cast glance.
Out of the abyss where time draws us down,
I will call you up, O beauty, in vain — O vain
Shadows, memories.
Ah! you who cried half-naked in my arms,
To return you would certainly still
Ah! be welcome.
