Le Village
Language: French (Français)
L'aube matinale
Adoré nos champs,
Déjà la cigale
Commence ses chants.
Papillon timide,
Courtisan flatteur,
D'un baiser rapide
Honore la fleur.
Déjà l'hirondelle
A quitté son nid,
Puis à tire d'aile
Dans les airs s'enfuit.
Sa tendre famille,
Quoi-que faible encor,
Sur le toit sautille,
Enfin prent l'essor.
Là, c'est la nacelle,
Qu'un gai batelier,
À l'onde rebelle
Voudrait confier.
Bientôt la bergère,
Sur l'esquif léger,
Monte et fuit la terre
Avec son berger.
Plus loin, la jeunesse,
Brillante d'attraits,
Accourt et s'empresse
Sous l'ombrage épais;
Là, près de sa mère,
Cachant maint project,
La jeune bergère
Tend plus d'un filet.
Enfin la nuit sombre,
Dans ce beau séjour,
Vient prêter son ombre
Aux plaisirs du jour;
Le triste morphée,
Versant ses pavots,
Finit la journée
Par un doux repos.
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- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "The village", copyright © 2000, (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: 40
Word count: 130
The village
Language: English after the French (Français)
The dawn
has gilded our fields
and the cicada
is singing.
The shy butterfly,
flattering courtier,
honours the flower
with a swift kiss.
The swallow
has left its nest
and gone winging off
into the heavens.
Its young family,
still weak,
hops on the roof
and finally takes off.
Over there, there's a bark
that the gay boatman
has entrusted to the rebellious waves.
Soon the shepherdess
embarks in the frail skiff
and flees the land
with her shepherd.
Farther, brilliant youth
runs up and hides
in the thick shadow;
here, near her mother,
the young shepherdess hides her many plans
as she casts more than one net.
Finally,
dark night
lends its shadow
to the day's pleasures.
Sad Morpheus
spills his poppies
and ends the day
in sweet repose.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2000 by Faith J. Cormier, (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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Line count: 37
Word count: 130
