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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by Peter Low

À son page

(Sung text for setting by J. Leguerney)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG GER

Rafraîchis-moi le vin de sorte
qu'il soit aussi frais qu'un glaçon;
fais venir Jeanne, qu'elle apporte
son luth pour dire une chanson;
nous ballerons tous trois au son,
et dis à Barbe qu'elle vienne,
les cheveux tors à la façon
d'une folâtre Italienne.

Ne vois-tu que le jour se passe?
Je ne vis point au lendemain;
Page, reverse dans ma tasse,
remplis-moi ce verre tout plein.
Maudit soit qui languit en vain!
Les Philosophes je n'appreuve;
le cerveau n'est jamais bien sain
Que l'Amour et le vin n'abreuve.

Composition:

Jacques Leguerney

Poèmes de la Pléiade, Vol. II

Text Authorship:

by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Peter Low) , "To his page", copyright © 2000, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: LaDonna Manternach

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 98

To his page

(Sung text translation for setting by J. Leguerney)

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Language: English after the French (Français)

 Go and chill my wine so well
 that it's colder than an icicle!
 Fetch Jeanne and have her bring
 her lute to give me a song:
 all three of us will dance to the sound.
 And tell Barbe to come 
 with her hair in ringlets
 like a frolicsome Italian woman!
 
 Can't you see that time is passing?
 I refuse to live in the tomorrow.
 Page, come pour for me again
 so that this big glass is brimming!
 Cursed be those who engage in futile pining!
 I don't agree with those old doctors;
 my brain is never in good health
 unless it's irrigated with plenty of wine!

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 107