by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Quand je suis tout baissé sur vostre...
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  ENG
Quand je suis tout baissé sur vostre belle face,
Je voy dedans vos yeux je ne sçay quoy de [blanc]1,
Je ne sçay quoy de noir, qui m’esmeut tout le sang,
Et qui jusques au cœur de veine en veine passe.
 
Je voy dedans Amour qui va changeant de place,
Ores bas, ores haut, tousjours me regardant,
Et son arc contre moy coup sur coup desbandant.
Las ! si je faux, Raison, que veux-tu que [j’y]2 face ?
 
Tant s’en faut que je sois alors maistre de moy
Que je vendrois mon père et trahirois mon roy,
[Mon païs et]3 ma sœur, mes frères et ma mère ;
 
Tant je suis hors du sens après que j’ay tasté
A longs traits amoureux de la poison amere,
Qui sort de ces beaux yeux dont je suis enchanté.

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•   J. de Maletty 

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1 Maletty: "blame"
2 Maletty: "je"
3 Maletty: "Et"

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  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "When I am bowed over your beautiful face", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Line count: 14
Word count: 133

When I am bowed over your beautiful face
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
When I am bowed over your beautiful face,
I see within your eyes [something white]1,
Something black which affects all my blood
And which passes from vein to vein right to my heart.

I see within them Love, continually changing place,
Now low now high, always watching me
And his bow loosing shot after shot against me.
Alas, if I am wrong what, reason, do you want me to do [there]2?

I am so far from master of myself 
That I would sell my father and betray my king,
And my sister, brothers and mother;

I am so sensless after sampling,
In long loving draughts, the bitter poison 
Which flows from your eyes by which I am bewitched.

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1 Maletty: "some reprimand"
2 omitted by Maletty.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-27
Line count: 14
Word count: 118