by Henri Cazalis (1840 - 1909), as Jean Lahor
Translation © by Paul Hindemith

Tes grands yeux doux semblent des îles
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Tes grands yeux doux semblent des îles 
Qui nagent dans un lac d'azur :
[Sous la paix]1 de tes yeux tranquilles,
Fais-moi tranquille et fais-moi pur.

Ton corps a l'adorable enfance 
Des clairs paradis de jadis :
Enveloppe-moi de silence,
[De ton corps blanc comme les lys]2.

[Je souffre, j'étouffe, je pleure :
Ô mon amour, fais de tes bras,
Pour que je m'y perde et j'y meure,
Un tombeau que tu m'ouvriras !]3

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Confirmed with L'Illusion, Troisième édition, Paris, Alphonse Lemerre, 1893, p. 14.

1 Chausson: "Aux fraîcheurs"
2 Chausson: "Du silence argenté des lys"
3 Chausson:

Alangui par les yeux tranquilles
Des étoiles caressant l'air,
J'ai tant rêvé la paix des îles,
Sous un soir frissonant et clair !
Je souffre, j'étouffe, je pleure;
Fais de ton corps, fais de tes bras
Afin que je m'y perde et meure
Un tombeau que tu m'ouvriras.


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Your big, sweet eyes resemble the...
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Your big, sweet eyes resemble the islands
That swim in a lake of azure.
Within the peace of your tranquil eyes
I am made tranquil and made pure.

Your body has the adorable infancy
Of lights of paradise long ago:
Envelop me in silence
Of your body white like the lily.


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1 Baton version:
I suffer, I choke, I cry;
With your body, With your arms
So that I me may get lost and die,
Make a tomb that you open to me.


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Word count: 52