Translation © by Emily Ezust

Violons dans le soir
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Quand le soir est venu, que tout est calme enfin
Dans la chaude nature,
Voici que naît sous l'arbre et sous le ciel divin
La plus vive torture.

Sur les graviers d'argent, dans les bois apaisés,
Des violons s'exaltent.
Ce sont des jets de cris, de sanglots, de baisers,
Sans contrainte et sans halte.

Il semble que l'archet se cabre, qu'il se tord
Sur les luisantes cordes,
Tant ce sont des appels de plaisir et de mort
Et de miséricorde.

Et le brûlant archet enroulé de langueur
Gémit, souffre, caresse,
Poignard voluptueux qui pénètre le coeur
D'une épuisante ivresse.

Archets, soyez maudits pour vos brûlants accords,
Pour votre âme explosive,
Fers rouges qui dans l'ombre arrachez à nos corps
Des lambeaux de chair vive!

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Violins in the evening", copyright © 2016


Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 124

Violins in the evening
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
When evening has come and all is finally calm
In warm Nature,
There stirs beneath the trees and beneath the divine sky
The keenest torment.

On the silver gravel, in the tranquil woods,
There is a flourish of violins:
It is a stream of cries, of sobs, of kisses,
Without restraint and without cease.

It seems as if the violin bow is twisting
Over the gleaming strings,
For these are true calls of pleasure and of death
-- And of mercy.

And the burning bow reels in lassitude,
Groaning, suffering and caressing -
A voluptuous dagger that pierces the heart
With exhausting euphoria.

Bows, be cursed for your burning chords,
For your explosive soul:
Red-hot brands that in the shadows tear from our bodies
Scraps of living flesh!

Authorship

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2016 by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website: 2016-02-04
Line count: 20
Word count: 127