So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
Language: English
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright.
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far thou dost excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
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Le soleil d’or ne donne pas un baiser...
Language: French (Français) after the English
Le soleil d’or ne donne pas un baiser aussi doux
A la rose encore humide des pleurs de la fraîche aurore
Que ton regard, quand il darde ses frais rayons
Sur mes joues que la nuit inonde de rosée.
La lune d’argent ne brille pas à beaucoup près
A travers le sein transparent de l’onde
Autant que ta beauté luit à travers mes pleurs :
Elle resplendit dans tous ceux que je verse.
Chacune de mes larmes la porte comme un char
D’où elle domine triomphalement ma douleur.
Regarde seulement les pleurs qui gonflent mes yeux
Et tu y verras ta gloire à travers ma détresse.
Va ! ne réponds pas à mon amour, et tu pourras toujours
Te mirer dans mes larmes, en me faisant pleurer sans cesse.
0 reine des reines, combien tu es sublime !
La pensée ne peut le concevoir ni la langue humaine le dire.
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