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Ma ville, ma belle ville, C'est Grenade au frais jardin. C'est le palais d'Aladin, Qui vaut Cordoue et Séville. Tous ses balcons sont ouverts, Tous ses bassins diaphanes, Toute la cour des Sultanes S'y tient sous les myrthes verts. Ainsi près de Zoraïde, A sa voix donnant l'essor, Chantait la jeune Zaïde, Le pied dans ses mules d'or. La reine lui dit: "Ma fille, D'où viens-tu donc?" Je n'en sais rien. "N'as-tu donc pas de famille?" Votre amour est tout mon bien; O ma reine, j'ai pour père Ce soleil plein de douceurs; La sierra, c'est ma mère, Et les étoiles mes soeurs. Ce pendant sur la colline, Zaïde à la nuit pleurait: "Hélas! je suis orpheline, De moi qui se chargerait?" Un cavalier vit la belle, La prit sur sa selle d'or. Grenade, hélas! est loin d'elle, Mais Zaïde y rêve encor.
Text Authorship:
- by Eugene-Auguste Roger de Bully (1806 - 1866), as Roger de Beauvoir [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hector Berlioz (1803 - 1869), "Zaïde", op. 19 no. 1 (1845), published 1849? [voice, piano, and castanets], from Feuilles d'album, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Shawn Thuris) , title 1: "Zaide", copyright ©, (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: 28
Word count: 143
My city, my lovely city, Is Granada with its cool garden. Aladdin's palace is there, The equal of Cordova and Seville. All her balconies are open, All her fountains' basins clear; All the sultans' court Is held beneath the green myrtles. Thus near to Zoraide, Letting her voice run free, Sang the young Zaide, Her feet in golden sandals. The queen said to her, "My girl, Where do you come from?" I know not. "Have you then no family?" Your love is all my happiness. Oh my queen, for father I have This sun full of sweetness; The sierra is my mother, And my sisters are the stars. But then upon the hill Zaide wept to the night: "Ah! I am just an orphan, Who will care for me?" A knight saw the pretty girl, Took her upon his golden saddle. Granada, alas, is far from her, But Zaide still dreams of it.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Shawn Thuris, (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.
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Eugene-Auguste Roger de Bully (1806 - 1866), as Roger de Beauvoir
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 153