by Georges Delaquys (1880 - 1970)
Translation © by Korin Kormick

Le retour
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG ENG
Ulysse part la voile au vent,
Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries,
Avec des bercements la vague roule et plie.
Au large de son coeur la mer aux vastes eaux
Où son œil suit les blancs oiseaux
Egrène au loin des pierreries.

Ulysse part la voile au vent,
Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries !

Penché œil grave et coeur battant 
Sur le bec d'or de sa galère
Il se rit, quand le flot est noir, de sa colère
Car là-bas son cher fils pieux et fier attend
Après les combats éclatants,
La victoire aux bras de son père.
Il songe, œil grave et cœur battant
Sur le bec d'or de sa galère.

Ulysse part la voile au vent,
Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries.

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  • ENG English (Korin Kormick) , "The return", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "The return", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Line count: 18
Word count: 122

The return
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Ulysses leaves with wind in his sails,
Towards the cherished waves of Ithaca,
With rocking motions the billow rolls and folds.
To the offing of his heart the sea of vast waters,
Where his eye follows the white birds,
Drops away in the distance into faraway jewels.

Ulysses leaves with wind in his sails,
Towards the cherished waves of Ithaca!

Leaned over with a solemn eye and beating heart
On the golden bill of his galley
He laughs, when the surging tide is black, at his anger
Because over there his dear son, pious and proud, waits
After the clamoring battles,
For victory at the arm of his father.
He dreams, with a solemn eye and beating heart,
On the golden bill of his galley.

Ulysses leaves with wind in his sails,
Towards the cherished waves of Ithaca.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-10-19
Line count: 18
Word count: 138