by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Tit for tat
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
Have you been catching [of]1 fish, Tom Noddy? 
  Have you snared a weeping hare? 
Have you whistled "No Nunny" and gunned a poor bunny,
  Or blinded a bird of the air? 

Have you trod like a murderer through the green woods,
  Through the dewy deep dingles and glooms,
While every small creature screamed shrill to Dame Nature
  "He comes - and he comes!"? 

Wonder I very much do, Tom Noddy,
  If ever, when [you are a-roam]2,
An Ogre from space will stoop a lean face,
  And lug you home: 

Lug you home over his fence, Tom Noddy,
  Of thorn-sticks nine yards high,
With your bent knees strung round his old iron gun
  And your head a dan-dangling by: 

And hang you up stiff on a hook, Tom Noddy,
  From a stone-cold pantry shelf,
Whence your eyes will glare in an empty stare,
  Till [you're]3 cooked yourself!

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1 omitted by Britten.
2 Britten: "off you roam"
3 Britten: "you are"

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Un prêté pour un rendu", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title 1: "Wie du mir, so ich dir", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Un prêté pour un rendu
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
As-tu attrapé du poisson, Tom Noddy ?
As-tu pris au piège un lièvre qui pleurait ?
As-tu sifflé "Non, mamie" et tiré un pauvre lapin,
Ou rendu aveugle un oiseau des airs ?

As-tu marché comme un assassin à travers les bois verts,
À travers les vallées et les ténèbres profondes et couvertes de rosée,
Tandis que toutes les petits êtres lançaient des cris stridents à Dame Nature
"Il arrive, il arrive !" ?

Je serais vraiment émerveillé, Tom Noddy,
Si jamais, quand tu vagabondes,
Un ogre venu de l'espace inclinait sa face maigre
Et t'entraînait chez lui :

T'entraînait chez lui au-dessus de sa barrière, Tom Noddy,
De branches d'épineux, de neuf mètres de haut,
Avec tes genoux pliés attachés autour de son vieux fusil en fer
Et ta tête se bal-balançant :

Et t'aurait pendu bien raide à un crochet, Tom Noddy,
À une étagère du garde-manger en pierre froide
D'où tes yeux vides lanceraient des regards furieux
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois cuit toi-même !

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Text added to the website: 2011-06-29 00:00:00
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