Ta rose de pourpre, à ton clair soleil,
O Juin, étincelle enivrée;
Penche aussi vers moi ta coupe dorée:
Mon cœur à ta rose est pareil.
Sous le mol abri de la feuille ombreuse
Monte un soupir de volupté;
Plus d'un ramier chante au bois écarté,
O mon cœur, sa plainte amoureuse.
Que ta perle est douce au ciel enflammé,
Étoile de la nuit pensive!
Mais combien plus douce est la clarté vive
Qui rayonne en mon cœur charmé!
La chantante mer, le long du rivage,
Taira son murmur éternel,
Avant qu'en mon cœur, chère amour, ô Nell,
Ne fleurisse plus ton image!
Your crimson rose, o June,
sparkles intoxicated to your bright sun;
tilt your gilded cup towards me too:
my heart and your rose are alike.
From beneath the soft shelter of the shady leaf
rises a sigh of delight;
more than one dove sings its amorous lament ,
o my heart, in the lonely wood.
How sweet your pearl is in this flaming sky,
star of the pensive night!
But how much sweeter is the vivid brightness
which shines in my enchanted heart!
The singing sea, along the shore,
will silence its eternal murmuring,
before your image stops flowering
in my heart, dear beloved, o Nell!
© translated by Christopher Goldsack
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