by
Franz Toussaint (1879 - 1955)
L'adieu
Language: French (Français)
Quand, pour me faire ce geste,
tu as passé la main à travers le grillage de ta fenêtre,
toute la vie de mon corps s'est arrêtée.
Ni la fleur du magnolia,
ni la neige de la montagne,
ni le marbre, ni le jasmin,
ne sont plus blancs que tes doigts
où tes ongles brillaient comme des flammes.
A mes compagnons qui s'étonnaient
de sentir une odeur délicieuse,
j'ai dit : « C'est le bras de ma bien-aimêe,
ce sont les roses de ses ongles
qui ont embaumé le carrefour...
Que la bénédiction de Dieu soit sur cette demeure
où ma bien-aimée est prisonnière ! »
Et mes compagnons s'attristèrent,
et mon cheval se mit à hennir,
car l'arôme du bras de ma bien-aimée
lui rappelait le parfum des grandes plaines
qui sont au-delà de la mer.
Confirmed with Franz Toussaint, Le jardin des caresses, Paris: H. Piazza, 1921, pages 35-36.
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The Farewell
Language: English after the French (Français)
When, to wave to me,
you passed your hand across the grille of your window,
all the life in my body came to a halt.
Neither the magnolia blossom,
nor the snow on the mountain,
nor marble, nor jasmine,
is whiter than your fingers
where your nails shone like flames.
To my companions who were amazed
to smell a delicious scent,
I said, "It is the arm of my beloved,
it is the roses of her nails
that have perfumed the crossroad ...
May God's blessing be upon the dwelling
where my beloved is imprisoned!"
And my companions were saddened,
and my horse began to whinny,
for the scent of my beloved's arm
reminded him of the fragrance of the great plains
that are beyond the sea.
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