by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)
Translation by Louis Fabulet (1862 - 1933) and by Robert, vicomte d'Humières (1868 - 1915)

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is...
Language: English 
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
  And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
  At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
  Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
  Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!

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Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Dors, mon baby, la nuit est derrière nous,
Et noires sont les eaux qui brillaient si vertes ;
Par-dessus les brisants la lune nous cherche
Au repos entre leurs seins soyeux et doux.
Où flot touche flot, fais là ton nid clos,
Roule ton corps las, mon petit nageur,
Ni vent, ni requin t'éveille ou te blesse
Dormant dans les bras des lents flots berceurs.

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    Set to music by Maurice Delage (1879 - 1961), "Maktah", op. 21 no. 1 (1934), published 1935, first performed 1935 [ voice and piano or orchestra ], from Trois chants de la jungle, no. 1, Éd. Maurice Sénart

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This text was added to the website: 2003-12-02
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