by Roger Frène (1878 - 1939)
Translation © by Laura Prichard

Hymne à l'aurore
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Je me compare à l'herbe,
Aux sources, aux ramures,
Aux rivières tour à tour claires ou impures,
Traîneuses des bleus ciels d'été,
Des graviers noirs,
Reflétant le rivage et le jour et le soir.
Aux prés, aux champs, aux bois,
Aux vallons où je passe,
Je chante la nature et sa robuste grâce.
Ainsi que l'arbre plie
Et se courbe et se tord
Je confie aux grands vents
Les branches de mon sort.
Les nuits d'été me font frémir à toutes feuilles.
Dans l'automne cuivreux mes songes se recueillent
La lune est mon amie.
Aux lyriques oiseaux
Je prête l'ombre vive et verte des rameaux.
Ô Pan ! Ô, ô Pan !
Je sens trembler en moi les mêmes veines
Que celles des bois lourds
Et des sources sereines.
L'aurore se soulève aux montagnes d'azur.
Donne à ma lyre en feu
Les accents les plus purs
Afin que j'assouplisse aux cadences divines
La verdure et les fruits
Qui pèsent aux collines.
L'ombre fuit, dans le jour
La terre d'or renaît.
Le monde chante et brille
En mes yeux étonnés
Et, sous le poids du soir
Et de la nuit fervente,
Mon âme s'ouvre
Ainsi qu'une aube étincelante !
Ô, ô Pan !

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  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , title 1: "Hymn at Dawn", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Hymn at Dawn
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
I could be described as grass,
As springs, as boughs of trees,
As rivers alternately clear or impure,
Streaking the blue skies of summer,
The black gravel,
Reflecting the water’s edge and the day and the night.
As meadows, as fields, as woods,
As dales where I stop,
I sing of nature and its robust charm.
Just as the tree bends
And bows down and twists itself.
I entrust to the gales
My own branches.
The nights of summer make all my leaves tremble.
In copper autumn, my dreams reflect themselves.
The moon is my friend.
To the lyrical birds
I lend the living, green shade of my branches.
Oh Pan! Oh, Pan!
I feel trembling in the same veins
As those of the heavy woods
And of the serene springs.
Dawn rises over the azure mountains.
Give to my flaming lyre
The purest tones
So that I might sink into the divine cadences,
The greenness and the fruits,
That weigh down the hills.
The shadows flee, in daytime
The golden earth is reborn.
The world sings and shines
In my surprised eyes
And, under the weight of evening
And of the fervent night,
My soul opens itself
Like a scintillating sunrise!
Oh Pan!

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Text added to the website: 2016-10-06 00:00:00
Last modified: 2016-10-06 14:37:47
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