Translation © by David Wyatt

Comme un qui s'est perdu dans la forest...
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Comme un qui s'est perdu dans la forest profonde
Loing de chemin, d'orée et d'adresse, et de gens :
Comme un qui en la mer grosse d'horribles vens,
Se voit presque engloutir des grans vagues de l'onde :

Comme un qui erre aux champs, lors que la nuict au monde
Ravit toute clarté, j'avois perdu long temps
Voye, route, et lumiere, et presque avec le sens,
Perdu long temps l'object, où plus mon heur se fonde.

Mais quand on voit, ayans ces maux fini leur tour,
Aux bois, en mer, aux champs, le bout, le port, le jour,
Ce bien present plus grand que son mal on vient croire.

Moy donc qui ay tout tel en vostre absence esté,
J'oublie, en revoyant vostre heureuse clarté,
Forest, tourmente, et nuict, longue, orageuse, et noire.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-06-02
Line count: 14
Word count: 133

Like someone lost
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Like someone lost is a deep forest,
Far from the road, boundary, an address or people;
Like someone amidst huge seas and terrifying winds,
Who sees himself almost swallowed by the great waves of the deep;

Like someone who wanders in the fields, when night steals from the world
All brightness, I had long lost
My way, my road, my light, and with my senses almost
Long lost the object on which my happiness is wrecked.

But when you see that those evils have had their turn, 
And in the woods, at sea, in the fields, you see the end, the port, the day,
You come to believe this present good is greater than the evil.

And I who have been like this in your absence,
I forget, as I again see your bright happiness,
The forest, the torment and the long, stormy, black night.

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2013 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2013-05-07
Line count: 14
Word count: 145