by Armand Renaud (1836 - 1895)
Translation © by Garrett Medlock

Le marchand de perles m'a dit
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Le marchand de perles m'a dit :
Ton front veut-il une couronne ? 
Tout mon bazar qui resplendit, 
Pour ta prunelle, je le donne.

Le marchand de roses reprit : 
Laisse les perles chez l'orfèvre ; 
Tout mon royaume qui fleurit, 
Je l'échange contre ta lèvre.

Le poète au rêve étoilé
Dit à son tour : vivante flamme,
De ton cœur donne-moi la clé,
Et dans mes chants je te proclame.

Mais que m'importe aucun trésor ? 
Je garde cœur, lèvre et prunelle 
Pour quelqu'un n'ayant pas encor 
Soupçonné ma plainte éternelle.

Perles, roses, vers, à mes yeux,
Cela ne vaut pas un grain d'orge. 
Du bien-aimé j'aimerais mieux 
Que l'étrier broyât ma gorge. 

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with Les nuits persanes par Armand Renaud, Paris, Alphonese Lemerre, 1870, pages 77-78.


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The pearl merchant said to me
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
The pearl merchant said to me:
“Does your forehead desire a crown?
I would give all my bazaar which shines
For your gaze.”

The rose merchant [retorted]:
“Leave the pearls at the smith’s;
I would trade all my realm which blooms
For your lips.”

The poet in the starry dream
Said on his walk: “Lively flame,
Give me the key to your heart
And I will extol you in my songs.”

But what does any treasure matter to me?
I am saving [my] heart, lips, and gaze
For someone [who has] not yet
Doubted my eternal complaint.

Pearls, roses, verse,
These are not worth a grain of barley to my eyes.
I would love best the sweetheart
Who crushes the stirrup [at] my throat.

About the headline (FAQ)

Translations of title(s):
"Délire" = "Delirium"
"Le délire" = "Delirium"


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