by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Je voudrois estre Ixion et Tantale
Language: French (Français)
Je voudrois estre Ixion et Tantale,
Dessus la rouë et dans les eaux là bas,
Et nu à nu presser entre mes bras
Ceste beauté qui les anges égale.
S'ainsi estoit, toute peine fatale
Me seroit douce et ne me chaudroit pas,
Non, d'un vautour fussé-je le repas,
Non, qui le roc remonte et redevale.
Luy tastonner seulement le tetin,
Ce seul plaisir changeroit mon destin
Au sort meilleur des princes de l'Asie :
Un demy-dieu me feroit son baiser,
Et flanc à flanc mon feu desembraser,
Un de ceux-là qui mangent l'ambroisie.
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Confirmed with Oeuvres complètes de P. de Ronsard, Nouvelle Édition, Tome I, Paris, Chez P. Jannet, 1857, pages 26-27.
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I'd be Ixion and Tantalus
Language: English  after the French (Français)
I'd be Ixion and Tantalus
On the wheel or in the waters of the Beyond
To hold naked in my arms
This beauty who equals the angels.
If it were so, every deadly pain
Would be sweet to me and wouldn't bother me
No, I'd even be a vulture's meal
Even if he climbed the rock again and re-ate me.
Just to nibble a nipple,
Could change the uncertainty of my destiny
To a fate better than that of the princes of Asia
Her kiss would make me a demi-god
And to lie at ease between her arms, side by side,
Would make me one of the gods who feed on ambrosia.
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Translator's notes
Stanza 1, lines 1-2: in Greek myth, Ixion was broken on a wheel in Hades every day; and Tantalus forever kept tied in a lake with food and drink just out of reach -- 'tantalisingly' close as we say.
Stanza 2, line 3: Prometheus had his liver ripped out every day by a vulture (or eagle) and it grew back overnight.
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