Translation © by Amy Pfrimmer

Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Sur [les pentes]1 des monts, les brises apaisées
Inclinent au sommeil les arbres onduleux ;
L'oiseau silencieux s'endort dans la rosée,
Et l'étoile a doré l'écume des flots bleus.

[Au contour des ravins, sur les hauteurs sauvages,
Une molle vapeur efface les chemins ;
La lune tristement baigne les noirs feuillages]2 ;
L'oreille n'entend plus les murmures humains

Mais sur le sable, au loin, chante la mer divine,
Et des hautes forêts gémit la grande voix
Et l'air sonore, aux cieux que la nuit illumine,
Porte le chant des mers et le soupir des bois.

Montez, saintes rumeurs, paroles surhumaines !
Entretien lent et doux de la terre et du ciel.
Montez et demandez aux étoiles sereines 
S'il est, pour les atteindre un chemin éternel.

O mers ! O bois songeurs voix pieuses du monde,
Vous m'avez répondu durant mes jours mauvais
Vous avez apaisé ma tristesse inféconde,
Et dans mon cœur aussi vous chantez à jamais.

A. Lavagne sets stanzas 2-4

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1 Vierne: "la pente"
2 not set by Koechlin.


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  • ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , "Night", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Language: English  after the French (Français) 
On the [slopes]1 of the mountains, the tranquil breezes 
Incline the undulating trees to sleep; 
The silent bird falls asleep in the dew, 
And the star has touched the forthy blue waves with gold. 

On the edge of the ravines, on the fiery heights, 
A soft vapor clears away the paths; 
The moon sadly bathes the black leaves; 
The ear can no longer hear human murmuring

But on the sand, in the distance, sings the divine sea, 
And from the tall forests wails its great voice 
And the air sings, to the skies that illuminate the night, 
Carrying the song of the seas and the sigh of the wood. 

Ascend! Holy words, superhuman words! 
Maintaining the slow and gentle harmony of the earth and the sky. 
Ascend! And ask the serene stars 
if there is an eternal path to reach them.

O seas! O pensive woods, pious voices of the world, 
You answered me during my hardest days 
You have eased my barren sadness, 
And in my heart also you sing forever.

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1 Vierné: "slope"


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