Translation © by Emily Ezust

Ma vie a son secret
Language: French (Français)  after the French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystère:
Un amour éternel en un moment conçu:
Le mal est sans remède, aussi j'ai dû le taire,
Et celle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.

Ainsi j'aurai passé près d'elle inaperçu,
Toujours à ses côtés et toujours solitaire,
Et j'aurai jusqu'au bout, fait mon temps sur la terre,
N'osant rien demander et n'ayant rien reçu.

Pour elle, que le ciel a faite douce et tendre,
Elle suit son chemin, distraite et sans entendre
La murmure d'amour élevé sur ses pas.

À l'austère devoir pieusement fidèle,
Elle dira, lisant ces vers tout remplis d'elle;
"Quelle est donc cette femme?" et ne comprendra pas.

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Set in a modified version by Martial Caillebotte, Luciano Gallet, Édouard Garnier, André Gédalge, Jean Eugène Gaston Lemaire, Madeleine Lemariey, Casimir Renard, Eric Tanguy, Léon Van Straten, Charles Marie Jean Albert Widor.

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My life has its secret
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
My life has its secret, my soul has its mystery:
An eternal love conceived in one moment:
The illness is without remedy, so I had to silence it,
And she who caused it never knew anything about it.

Thus I will have passed near her unperceived,
Ever at her side -- and ever solitary;
And up to the end of my time on the earth
I will never have dared to ask anything -- and will have received nothing.

As for her, whom Heaven has made sweet and tender,
She follows her path, preoccupied and without hearing
The murmur of love arising from her footsteps.

To her austere duty piously faithful,
She will say, reading these verses full of her:
"Who is this woman then?" -- and will not understand.


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Word count: 127