by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Language: French (Français)
Quand ce beau Printemps je vois,
J'aperçois
Rajeunir la terre et l'onde
Il me semble que le jour,
Et l'Amour,
Naissent au monde.
...
Quand j'entends la douce voix
Par les bois
Du gai rossignol qui chante,
De toi je pense jouir
Et ouïr
Ta voix qui m'enchante.
...
Quand je sens parmi les prés
Diaprés
Les fleurs dont la terre est pleine,
Je fais croire à mes sens
Que je sens
Ta douce haleine.
...
Ah ! maîtresse, mon souci,
Viens ici,
Viens contempler la verdure !
Les fleurs de mon amitié
Ont pitié,
Mais toi, tu n'en as cure.
...
...
Aime-moi, ma Déesse!
Ne laissons passer en vain
Les ans de notre jeunesse, aime-moi !
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1, 10, 15, 19, 23 (lines 3-4,6) of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Louis Théodore Gouvy (1819 - 1898), "Chanson", op. 42 no. 6, published 1876, stanzas 1, 10, 15, 19, 23 (lines 3-4,6) [ voice and piano ], from 40 Poèmes de Ronsard, no. 15, Paris, Éd Simon Richault
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "When I see the fair Springtime", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 138
Word count: 575
Language: English after the French (Français)
When I see the fair Springtime
I recognise
Earth and sea renewing their youth
And it seems to me that Day
And Love
Like children are born into the world.
...
When I hear the soft voice
Of the happy nightingale
Singing in the woods,
I imagine enjoying her
And hearing
Her soft voice which enchants me.
...
When I spy the meadows
Dotted
With the flowers which fill the earth,
Ah then I make my senses believe
That I feel
The softness of her breath.
...
Ah, my mistress, my desire,
Come here
Come and consider the greensward!
The flowers take pity
On my love
And only you care not.
...
...
Kiss me again, my goddess!
Don't let them go by empty
These years of our youth!
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1, 10, 15, 19, 23 (lines 3-4,6) of the original text.
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