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A sa guitare

Poulenc (1935)

Ma guitare, je te chante,
Par qui seule je déçois,
Je déçois, je romps, j'enchante
Les amours qui je reçois.

Au son de ton harmonie
Je rafraîchis ma chaleur,
Ma chaleur, flamme infinie,
Naissante d'un beau malheur.

Pierre de Ronsard

To her guitar


My guitar, I sing to you,
through whom alone I deceive,
I deceive, I break off, I enchant
the loves which I receive.

To the sound of your harmony
I cool my ardour again,
my ardour, infinite flame,
born of a beautiful misfortune.

© translated by Christopher Goldsack

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