Sweet slumber | Sweet slumber, which appeases all else

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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by Laura L. Nagle, David Wyatt

Le doux sommeil

(Sung text for setting by P. Monte)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Le doux sommeil, qui toute chose appaise,
N'appaise point le soing qui m'a ravi.
En vous je meurs, en vous seule je vis,
Ne voyant rien, si non vous qui me plaise.

Vos yeux au Coeur m’ont jetté telle braize
Qu’un feu treschaut s’est depuis ensuivy,
Et des le jour qu’en dansant je vous vy,
Je meurs pour vous et si suis bien ayze.

De mal en mal, de soucy en soucy,
J’ay l’ame triste, et le cœur tout transi,
Sans eschauffer le froid de vostre glace,

Au moins lisez et voyez sur mon front,
Combien de morts voz beaux sourcis me font
Le soing caché se connoist à la face.

Composition:

Philippe de Monte

Text Authorship:

by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

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ENG English (Laura L. Nagle) (David Wyatt) , "Sweet slumber", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor] , David Wyatt

This text was added to the website: 2006-12-03
Line count: 14
Word count: 114

Sweet slumber

(Sung text translation for setting by P. Monte)

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Language: English after the French (Français)

Sweet slumber, which appeases all else,
In no way appeases the pain that has ravished me.
In you I die; in you alone I live,
Seeing nothing but you who please me.

Your eyes have lit a flame in my heart;
A fire has pursued me ever since;
And since the day I saw you crying,
I die for you, and my soul is yours.

With evil on evil, with pain on pain,
My soul is sad and my heart pierced through,
Without warming the coldness of your ice;

At least read and see on my brow
How many deaths your fair eyebrows deal me.
Hidden pain makes itself known in the face.

Note: the first two stanzas were translated by Laura Nagle.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-01-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 114