by
Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901)
Le Voyageur
Language: French (Français)
Our translations: CAT ENG
Voyageur, où vas-tu, marchant
Dans l'or vibrant de la poussière ?
- Je m'en vais au soleil couchant,
Pour m'endormir dans la lumière.
Car j'ai vécu n'ayant qu'un Dieu,
L'astre qui luit et qui féconde.
Et c'est dans son linceul de feu
Que je veux m'en aller du monde !
- Voyageur, presse donc le pas:
L'astre, vers l'horizon, décline...
- Que m'importe, j'irai plus bas
L'attendre au pied de la colline.
Et lui montrant mon coeur ouvert.
Saignant de son amour fidèle.
Je lui dirai : j'ai trop souffert :
Soleil ! emporte-moi loin d'elle !
Text Authorship:
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), "Le Voyageur", op. 18 no. 2 (1878?), published 1880 [ voice and piano ], Éditions J. Hamelle [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Klaus Miehling (b. 1963), "Le voyageur", op. 52 no. 3 (1994), published 2014 [ voice and piano ], from Fünf Lieder nach Texten von Armand Silvestre, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Gaspar Villate (1851 - 1891), "Le Voyageur", published 1885 [ baritone and piano ], in L'Album du Gaulois [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El viatger", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Peter Low) , "The Traveller", copyright © 2001, (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.
Line count: 16
Word count: 88
The Traveller
Language: English after the French (Français)
Traveller, where are you off to,
treading the vibrant golden dust?
"I'm off to the setting sun,
to go to sleep in the light;
for I've lived worshipping only one God,
that light-giving, life-giving orb
and in its shroud of fire
I wish to depart from the world!"
Then, traveller, walk faster:
the sun is sinking to the horizon...
"I don't care, I'll go further down
to await it at the foot of the hill.
And showing it my open heart
which bleeds with its faithful love,
I will say, 'Oh sun, I've suffered too much,
carry me far away from her!'"
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2001 by Peter Low, (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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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 102