La Chute des étoiles
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Tombez, ô perles dénouées,
Pâles étoiles, dans la mer.
Un brouillard de roses nuées
Émerge de l'horizon clair ;
À l'Orient plein d'étincelles
Le vent joyeux bat de ses ailes
L'onde que brode un vif éclair.
Tombez, ô perles immortelles,
Pâles étoiles, dans la mer.
...
Fuyez, astres mélancoliques,
Ô Paradis lointains encor !
L'aurore aux lèvres métalliques
Rit dans le ciel et prend l'essor ;
Elle se vêt de molles flammes,
Et sur l'émeraude des lames
Fait pétiller des gouttes d'or.
Fuyez, mondes où vont les âmes,
Ô Paradis lointains encor !
...
Heureux qui vous suit, clartés mornes,
Ô lampes qui versez l'oubli !
Comme vous, dans l'ombre sans bornes,
Heureux qui roule enseveli !
Celui-là vers la paix s'élance :
Haine, amour, larmes, violence,
Ce qui fut l'homme est aboli.
Donnez-nous l'éternel silence,
Ô lampes qui versez l'oubli !
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,5 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Charlotte Devéria, née Thomas (1856 - 1885), "La Chute des étoiles", stanzas 1,3,5 [ high voice and piano ], from Vingt mélodies, 3ème recueil, no. 11, Éd. "Au Ménestrel", Heugel
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- ENG English (Iain Sneddon) , "Falling Stars", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 223
Language: English after the French (Français)
Fall, like unravelling pearls,
Pale stars, into the sea.
A mist of pink cloud
Emerges from the clear horizon;
To the East, full of sparks
The joyful breeze beats its wings
A lacy wave gives a lightning flash.
Fall, immortal pearls,
Pale stars, in the sea.
...
Escape, melancholy stars,
To Paradise, still distant!
The dawn with metallic lips
Laughs in the sky and rises;
She dresses herself in soft flames,
And on the emerald of the waves
Makes drops of gold sparkle.
Flee, worlds where souls go,
To Paradise, still distant!
...
Happy those who follow you, limpid and dreary,
Lamps that pour oblivion!
Like you, in boundless shadow,
Happy they who rest entombed!
This one rushes towards peace:
Hate, love, tears, violence,
That which is of man is abolished.
Give us eternal silence,
Lamps that pour oblivion!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,5 of the original text.
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