Sunt lacrimae rerum
See originalLanguage: French (Français)
Ô mon divin amour, fleur belle entre les belles,
Rêve demeuré rêve, ô secret sans aveux,
Reste comme un bouquet de jeunes immortelles,
Reste sur mon sein douloureux !
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Sois ma fleur du désert au matin respirée !
Dans mes brûlants sentiers sois l'ombre et la fraicheur ;
En mon fatal exil sois ma fête ignorée,
Ô relique de mon bonheur !
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- ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , "They Cry: Lament", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: English after the French (Français)
O my divine love, beautiful flower among the beauties,
a dream remained a dream, o secret without confession,
Rest like a bouquet of immortal youth,
rest on my sorrowful breast!
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Be my desert flower deeply inhaled in the morning!
In my burning paths be the shadow and the chill;
In my fatal exile be my unknown pleasure,
O relic of my happiness!
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