Au matin
Language: French (Français)
Our translations: ENG ENG
Sur ma ville endormie a sonné l'Angélus
L'Angélus des clochers en hommage à Marie:
Vois comme fuit la nuit et comme le salut de l'Archange
est joyeux sur ma ville endormie.
Comme faon de la biche au revers des côteaux
Va bondir le soleil!
La maison pauvre ou riche,
Les arbres, les jardins seront dorés tantôt
Et joueront les enfants comme faon de la biche.
Une journée apporte du bonheur
Ou du tourment au coeur !
Seigneur, je vous adore
Dans la sublimité des premières lueurs du jour
et vous bénis une journée encore.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Thomas A. Gregg) , "In the morning", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , "In the morning", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 93
In the morning
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Over my sleeping village the Angelus has rung,
The Angelus bells in homage to Mary:
See how the night flies by, and how the greeting of the Archangel
Is joyful over my sleeping village.
Like a doe’s fawn springs from behind the hills
The sun will come bounding forth!
The houses of poor or rich, trees and gardens will soon appear golden,
And the children will play like the doe's fawn.
Another day brings happiness
Or torment to my heart!
Savior, I adore You,
In the sublimity of the first light of day,
And bless You for another day.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2020 by Amy Pfrimmer, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Word count: 99