by
Philippe Gille (1831 - 1901)
Chant de l'almée
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
Dis-moi, jeune captive,
Qu’attends-tu sur la rive?
Est-ce un riche trésor,
Un vaisseau chargé d’or,
Qu’attends-tu sur la rive?
Sous le ciel qui s’étoile,
Vois-tu donc une voile
Qui s’avance et qui luit,
À l’horizon qui fuit, à l’horizon qui fuit?
Ah!
Danse, légère almée,
La brise est parfumée,
Chante, le gai tambour
Résonne encore.
Danse, légère almée,
La brise est parfumée,
Chante jusqu’à l’aurore,
Redis toujours ton chant d’amour!
Ah! chante, chante encore,
Chante nos amours.
Dis-moi, jeune captive,
Qu’attends-tu sur la rive?
Quel but mystérieux
Attire ainsi tes yeux,
Qu’attends-tu sur la rive?
Rien ne vaut sur la terre
Ce qu’en tremblant j’espère,
J’attends mon doux seigneur,
Il m’a donné son coeur, il m’a donné son coeur.
Ah!
Danse, légère almée...
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Song of the almah
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Tell me, young captive,
What are you waiting for on the bank?
Is it a rich treasure,
A vessel laden with gold,
What are you waiting for on the bank?
Under the sky [studded with stars],
Do you see then a sail
Which advances and shines
On the horizon which flees?
Ah!
Dance, light almah,
The breeze is perfumed,
Sing, the gay drum
Resounds still.
Dance, light almah,
The breeze is perfumed,
Sing until the dawn,
Repeating always your song of love!
Ah! Sing again,
Sing [of] our loves.
Tell me, young captive,
What are you waiting for on the bank?
What mysterious aim
Draws so your eyes,
What are you waiting for on the bank?
Nothing is worth on the earth
That which in trembling I hope [for],
I await my sweet lord,
He has given me my heart.
Ah!
Dance, light almah...
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This text was added to the website: 2019-02-08
Line count: 31
Word count: 144