by Paul Verlaine (1844 - 1896)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des...
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG GER
Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon cœur qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu'à vos yeux si beaux l'humble présent soit doux.

J'arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue, à vos pieds reposée,
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.

Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encore de vos derniers baisers ;
Laissez-la s'apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) [singable] (Núria Colomer) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Green", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POL Polish (Polski) (Bronisława Ostrowska) , "Green", Kraków, first published 1911

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 102

Here are some fruit, some flowers, some...
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Here are some fruit, some flowers, some leaves and some branches,
And then here is my heart, which beats only for you.
Do not rip it up with your two white hands,
And may the humble present be sweet in your beautiful eyes!

I arrive all coverered in dew,
Which the wind of morning comes to freeze on my forehead.
Suffer my fatigue as I repose at your feet,
Dreaming of dear instants that will refresh me.

On your young breast allow my head to rest,
Still ringing with your last kisses;
Let it calm itself after the pleasant tempest,
And let me sleep a little, since you are resting.

About the headline (FAQ)

Translations of titles
"Green" = "Green"
"Voici des fruits" = "Here are some fruit"


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 110