Aubade | The bird in the bush

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by Louis Pomey (1835 - 1901)

Translation © by Emily Ezust

Aubade

Language: French (Français)

Our translations: CAT ENG

L'oiseau dans le buisson
À salué l'aurore,
Et d'un pâle rayon
L'horizon se colore,
Voici le frais matin!
Pour voir les fleurs à la lumière,
S'ouvrir de toute part,
Entr'ouvre ta paupière,
Ô vierge au doux regard!

La voix de ton amant 
A dissipé ton rêve;
Je vois ton rideau blanc
Qui tremble et se soulève, 
D'amour signal charmant!
Descends sur ce tapis de mousse
La brise est tiède encor,
Et la lumière est douce,
Accours, ô mon tresor!

Text Authorship:

by Louis Pomey (1835 - 1901) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

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

by Gabriel Fauré (1845 - 1924), "Aubade", op. 6 no. 1 (1873) [ medium voice and piano ], Éditions J. Hamelle [sung text checked 1 time]

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

CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Albada", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Aubade", copyright ©

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 79

Aubade

Language: English after the French (Français)

 The bird in the bush 
 has saluted the dawn,
 and a pale ray of light
 has reddened the horizon:
 behold the fresh morning!
 If you wish to see the flowers
 opening everywhere toward the light,
 open your eyelids
 o maiden with the gentle expression!
 
 The voice of your sweetheart
 has dispelled your dream;
 I see your white veil
 that trembles and stirs,
 a sign of charming love!
 Descend to this carpet of moss
 where the breeze is once again warm,
 and the light is gentle;
 Hurry, o my treasure!

Text Authorship:

Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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a text in French (Français) by Louis Pomey (1835 - 1901)
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 90