Il est nuit : la mer dans son lit repose,
Assoupie au loin si tranquillement
Que pas une brise à cette heure n'ose
Troubler d'un baiser son recueillement.
Sans murmure aucun, sans aucune ride,
Qu'elle est belle à voir cette mer qui dort,
Laissant admirer dans le flot limpide
A la claire nuit ses étoiles d'or !
Pour jouir ainsi de ce calme immense,
Quel est ton secret, ô mer ? Dis-le-moi !
Car je sais un cœur, un cœur en démence,
Qui voudrait enfin dormir comme toi !
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It is night: the sea rests in its bed,
Dozing in the distance so tranquilly
That not a breeze dares at this hour
To disturb its meditations with a kiss.
Without a murmur, without a ripple,
How pleasing to the eye is this sleeping sea,
That in its limpid swell allows the clear night
To admire its golden stars!
To enjoy in such a way this vast calm,
What is your secret, O sea? Tell me!
For I know a heart, a heart driven mad,
That would wish at last to sleep as you do.
