by
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
I wish my Love were in a myre
See originalLanguage: Scottish (Scots)
Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues, ;
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
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In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring ;
In vain to me in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
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The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks;
But life to me's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
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The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap,
And o'er the moorlands whistles shill ;
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
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And when the lark 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on flitt'ring wings,
A wae-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
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Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When Nature all is sad like me!
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3,5-7 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "I wish my Love were in a myre", JHW XXXII/3 no. 158, Hob. XXXIa no. 177, stanzas 1-3,5-7
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Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Pierre Mathé
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2010-01-10
Line count: 56
Word count: 430
Language: French (Français) after the Scottish (Scots)
Encore une fois la nature ravie voit
Sa robe adopter ses teintes printanières ;
Ses boucles feuillues flottent dans la brise,
Toutes fraîchement trempées de la rosée du matin.
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En vain pour moi les primevères éclosent,
En vain pour moi les violettes poussent,
En vain pour moi dans le vallon ou le bosquet
La grive et la linotte chantent.
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Le joyeux laboureur encourage son équipage,
Le semeur attentif avance avec joie ;
Mais pour moi la vie est un rêve fatiguant,
Un rêve de quelqu'un qui jamais ne se réveille.
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Le berger ferme la barrière de l'enclos,
Et siffle au-dessus de la lande,
D'un pas impétueux, inégal,
Je le rencontre sur le coteau humide de rosée.
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Et lorsque l'alouette, entre jour et nuit,
S'éveille heureuse parmi les pâquerettes,
Puis monte et chante sur son aile tremblotante,
Je me glisse vers la maison, ombre usée par le malheur.
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Viens Hiver en hurlant ta colère
Et en tordant de rage les arbres dénudés ;
Ton obscurité apaisera mon âme sans joie,
Quand toute la nature sera triste comme moi.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3,5-7 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Scottish (Scots) to French (Français) copyright © 2014 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Composed in Spring"
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This text was added to the website: 2014-10-23
Line count: 56
Word count: 463
