by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Amelette Ronsardelette
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG ENG SPA
Amelette Ronsardelette,
Mignonnelette doucelette,
Treschere hostesse de mon corps,
Tu descens là bas foiblelette,
Pasle, maigrelette, seulette,
Dans le froid Royaume des mors :
Toutesfois simple, sans remors
De meurtre, poison, [ou]1 rancune,
Mesprisant faveurs et tresors
Tant enviez par la commune.

Passant, j'ay dit, suy ta fortune
Ne trouble mon repos, je dors.

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Modernized version (used by Ravel):
Amelette Ronsardelette,
Mignonnelette, doucelette,
Trés chére hostesse de mon corps,
Tu descens là-bas, faiblelette,
Pasle, maigrelette, seulette,
Dans le froid royaume des mors;
Toutesfois simple, sans remors
De meurtre, poison, et raucune,
Méprisant faveurs et trésors,
Tant enviez par la commune.

Passant, j'ay dit: suy ta fortune,
Ne trouble mon repos, je dors.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

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

  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , "To his Soul", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Victor Torres) , "Ronsard a su alma", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 54

To his Soul
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Little soul of poor little Ronsard
Sweet and soft
Dear dear inhabitant of my body
You descend below all weak,
Pale, thin and lonely,
Into the cold kingdom of Death:
All the while simple, without fear
Of murder, prison or malice,
Despising favours and treasures
So envied by the common herd.

Passer-by, I have spoken: follow your fortune,
Trouble not my rest, I am sleeping.

Authorship

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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-18
Line count: 12
Word count: 65