Translation © by Victoria de Menil

Au pays où se fait la guerre
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG
                       I

Au pays où se fait la guerre
Mon bel ami s'en est allé ;
Il semble à mon cœur désolé
Qu'il ne reste que moi sur terre !
En partant, au baiser d'adieu,
Il m'a pris mon âme à ma bouche.
Qui le tient si longtemps, mon Dieu ?
Voilà le soleil qui se couche,
Et moi, toute seule en ma tour,
J'attends encore son retour.

                      II

Les pigeons sur le toit roucoulent,
Roucoulent amoureusement ;
Avec un son triste et charmant
Les eaux sous les grands saules coulent.
Je me sens tout près de pleurer ;
Mon cœur comme un lis plein s'épanche,
Et je n'ose plus espérer.
Voici briller la lune blanche,
Et moi, toute seule en ma tour,
J'attends encore son retour.

                      III

Quelqu'un monte à grands pas la rampe :
Serait-ce lui, mon doux amant ?
Ce n'est pas lui, mais seulement
Mon petit page avec ma lampe.
Vents du soir, volez, dites-lui
Qu'il est ma pensée et mon rêve,
Toute ma joie et mon ennui.
Voici que l'aurore se lève,
Et moi, toute seule en ma tour,
J'attends encore son retour.

L. Hillemacher sets stanzas 1-2

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Marike Lindhout) , "Naar het land waar oorlog woedt", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Victoria de Menil) , "To the country where war is waged", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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To the country where war is waged
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
                   I

To the country where war is waged
My beautiful love departed.
It seems to my desolate heart 
That I alone remain on earth.
When leaving, at our kiss goodbye,
He took my soul from my mouth...
Who is holding him back so long, O God?
There is the sun setting.
And I, all alone in my tower,
I still await his return.

                  II

The pigeons on the roof are cooing,
Cooing lovingly
With a sad and charming sound;
The waters under the large willows flow...
I feel ready to cry;
My heart, like a full lily, overflows
And I no longer dare to hope.
Here gleams the white moon.
And I, all alone in my tower,
I still await his return.

                  III

Someone is climbing the ramp rapidly.
Could it be him, my sweet love?
It isn't him, but only 
My little page with my lamp.
Evening winds, veiled, tell him 
That he is my thoughts and my dream,
All my joy and my longing.
Here is the dawn rising.
And I, all alone in my tower,
I still await his return.

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:29
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Word count: 184