Translation © by Barbara Miller

Plaisir d'amour
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment ;
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie,
J'ai tout quitté pour l'ingrate Sylvie :
Elle me quitte, et prend un autre amant.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment ;
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers [le]1 ruisseau qui borde la prairie,
Je t'aimerai, me répétoit Sylvie :
L'eau coule encore ; elle a changé pourtant,
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment ;
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

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Confirmed with Nouvelles de M. de Florian, third edition, Paris, P. Didot l'aîné, 1792, page 376. Note: the word "répétoit" can be modernized to "répétait" (stanza 2, line 3)

1 Martini: "ce"

Authorship

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

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Liebesfreud, Liebesleid" ; composed by Jean Paul Egide Martini, né Johann Paul Aegidius Schwarzendorf.
  • Also set in Italian (Italiano), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Jean Paul Egide Martini, né Johann Paul Aegidius Schwarzendorf.

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

  • ENG English (Barbara Miller) , "The pleasure of love", copyright © 2004, (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: 12
Word count: 81

The pleasure of love
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
The pleasure of love only lasts one moment;
The regret of love lasts one's whole life.
I left everything for the ungrateful Sylvie;
She leaves me and takes another lover.
The pleasure of love only lasts one moment;
The regret of love lasts one's whole life.

As long as this water flows softly
Toward this brook that borders the plain
I will love you, repeated Sylvie to me.
The water still flows, she has changed however.
The pleasure of love only lasts one moment;
The regret of love lasts one's whole life.

Authorship

  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2004 by Barbara Miller, (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: 2004-05-02
Line count: 12
Word count: 92