by Armand Silvestre (1837 - 1901)
Translation © by Peter Low

Notre amour
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG ITA
Notre amour est chose légère
Comme les parfums que le vent
Prend aux cimes de la fougère
Pour qu'on les respire en rêvant.
- Notre amour est chose légère!

Notre amour est chose charmante,
Comme les chansons du matin
Où nul regret ne se lamente,
Où vibre un espoir incertain.
- Notre amour est chose charmante!

Notre amour est chose sacrée
Comme les mystères des bois
Où tressaille une âme ignorée,
Où les silences ont des voix.
- Notre amour est chose sacrée!

Notre amour est chose infinie,
Comme les chemins des couchants
Où la mer, aux cieux réunie,
S'endort sous les soleils penchants.

Notre amour est chose éternelle
Comme tout ce qu'un dieu vainqueur
A touché du feu de son aile,
Comme tout ce qui vient du coeur,
- Notre amour est chose éternelle!


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

  • ENG English (Peter Low) , "Our love", copyright © 2001, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Enrico Magnani) , "Il nostro amore", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 135

Our love
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
 Our love is something light
 like the perfumes which the breeze
 brings from the tips of ferns
 for us to inhale as we dream.
 Our love is something light.
 Our love is something enchanting
 like the morning's songs
 in which regrets are not heard
 but uncertain hopes vibrate.
 Our love is something charming.
 Our love is something sacred
 like the forests' mysteries
 in which an unknown soul quivers
 and silences have voices.
 Our love is something sacred!
 Our love is something infinite
 like the paths of the evening,
 where the ocean, joined with the sky,
 falls asleep under slanting suns.
 Our love is something eternal
 like all that has been touched
 by the fiery wing of a victorious god,
 like all that comes from the heart.
 Our love is something eternal!


  • 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: 24
Word count: 132