by Philippe Desportes (1545 - 1606)
Translation © by David Wyatt

Sur la mort de Diane
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Comme on voit parmi l'air un éclair radieux 
Glisser subtilement et se perdre en la nue, 
Cette âme heureuse et sainte, aux mortels inconnue,
Coula d'un jeune cœur pour s'envoler aux cieux. 

Mon penser la suivit, au défaut de mes yeux, 
Jusqu'aux voûtes du ciel tout clair de sa venue, 
Et voit qu'en tant de gloire où elle est retenue, 
Elle a deuil que je sois encore en ces bas lieux. 

Mais tu n'y seras guère, ô déesse ! à m'attendre,
Car je n'étais resté que pour cueillir ta cendre, 
Et ta mémoire sainte orner comme je dois ; 

Maintenant que j'ai fait ce devoir pitoyable, 
Las de pleurer, de vivre et d'être misérable, 
J'abandonne la terre et vole auprès de toi.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-06-02
Line count: 14
Word count: 122

On the death of Diana
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
As you might see in the sky a radiant burst of light
Slip away subtly or lose itself in a cloud,
So this fortunate holy soul, unknown to mortals,
Slipped from a young heart to fly to heaven.

My thoughts follow her, though my eyes cannot,
Right to the vault of heaven, bright and clear for her coming,
And see that, though she is kept in such glory,
She grieves that I am still in this lowly place.

But you will hardly need to wait for me there, my goddess,
For I had only stayed to collect up your ashes
And embellish your holy memory as I should;

Now that I've carried out this pitiful task,
Tired of weeping, of living, and of being wretched,
I abandon the earth and fly to be beside you.

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This text was added to the website: 2013-05-07
Line count: 14
Word count: 135