by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Beauté dont la douceur pourroit vaincre...
Language: French (Français)
Beauté dont la douceur pourroit vaincre les Rois,
Renvoyez moy mon coeur qui languist en servage,
Ou si le mien vous plaist, baillez le vostre en gage:
Sans le vostre ou le mien vivre je ne pourrois.
Quand mort en vous servant sans mon coeur je serois,
Ce me seroit honneur, à vous seroit dommage,
Dommage en me perdant, à moy trop d'avantage.
J'en jure par vos yeux, quand pour vous je mourrois,
Pourveu que mon trespas vous plaise en quelque chose,
Il me plaist de mourir, mon trespas poursuyvant,
Sans emporter mon coeur, dont le vostre dispose:
Et veux que sur ma lame Amour aille escrivant,
CELUY QUI GIST ICY, SANS COEUR ESTOIT VIVANT,
ET TRESPASSA SANS COEUR, ET SANS COEUR IL REPOSE.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Beauty, whose softness could conquer kings", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Beauty, whose softness could conquer kings
Language: English after the French (Français)
Beauty, whose softness could conquer kings,
Send me back my heart which languishes in servitude
Or if mine pleases you, deposit your own as a pledge in return:
Without yours or mine I could not live.
If I died in serving you without my heart
I would deem it an honour, though for you a loss --
Loss in losing me, but a great gain for me.
I swear it by your eyes, if I could die for you
Provided my death would please you in some way,
I am happy to die and to pursue my death
Without taking back my heart which is at the disposal of yours;
But I hope that on my gravestone Love would write
HE WHO DWELT HERE, LIVED WITHOUT A HEART
AND DIED WITHOUT A HEART, AND RESTS HERE WITHOUT A HEART.
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Word count: 138