Language: French (Français)
Our translations: CAT ENG ENG FRI GER GER ITA
Quand viendra la saison nouvelle,
Quand auront disparu les froids,
Tous les deux, nous irons, ma belle,
Pour cueillir le muguet au bois;
Sous nos pieds égrenant les perles
Que l'on voit, au matin trembler,
Nous irons écouter les merles
Siffler.
Le printemps est venu, ma belle;
C'est le mois des amants béni;
Et l'oiseau, satinant son aile,
Dit des vers au rebord du nid.
Ah ! viens donc sur ce banc de mousse
Pour parler de nos beaux amours,
Et dis-moi de ta voix si douce:
«Toujours !»
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Paul Viardot (1857 - 1941), "Villanelle", published 1887, stanzas 1-2 [ high voice and piano ], from Six mélodies, poésies de T. Gautier, M. Carré, Sully Prudhomme et M. Bouchor, no. 6, Paris, Henri Heugel
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English [singable] (Samuel Byrne) , "Villanelle"
- ENG English [singable] (Shula Keller) , "Villanelle", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , copyright © 2015
- FRI Frisian (Geart van der Meer) , "Villanelle", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Nele Gramß) , "Villanelle", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Contadinella", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 135
Language: Frisian after the French (Français)
As aanst de maityd kommen is,
En net mear waait de wyn sa kâld,
Woll' wij, frij fan bekommernis,
Maaiklokjes sykje yn it wâld.
Daudripkes falle dêr't wij geane,
En trilje yn it iere ljocht,
En lysters kwele dêr't wij steane
Fol nocht.
Maityd brûst no troch blom en blêd,
Foar leafde is dit no de tiid.
Fûgels poetse har wjokjes glêd,
En sjonge' yn 't nêst har sangen bliid.
O, op it moas, yn swiet geniet,
Lispelje wij elkoar yn 't ear
Fan leafde, fjurrich, dy't fergiet
Noait mear!
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.
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