ODE XIV.

RAIMOND AND ANGELINE.

I.

E NTENS my groaning voice,
Inhabitants of these valleys!
Guide my walk scrapie
Which is lost in the bushes:
Is not it something chaumiere,
In the background of this reduced,
Or I see a light,
Pierce the darkness of the night?

II.

Mons son, said the solitary,
Fear the fire that captivates you;
This is a slight steam
It astray who follows;
Come into my dark cell,
I will offer good heart;
My bread-black, my hard bed,
My peace and my happiness.

III.

These accents making smile,
The tender traveler;
A secret penchant draws,
Beneficial to the shelter:
A thatched roof covers it;
And the hermit hospitilier
Pause a latch that opens,
The humble door saussaye.

IV.

Before his Folatre dog
And shared her gaiety;
The guillon sings in the hearth,
Etincelant of clarity:
But alas! nothing has charms
For his unfortunate host;
Nothing can dry tears,
Escaping from his eyes:

V.

The hermit saw his sadness,
And would wish to relieve it;
Where does the boredom that you press?
He said to the young stranger:
Is a friendship betrayed?
Is a scorned love?
Or misery enemy
That makes you misfortune?

VI.

Alas! all the world's goods,
Are unworthy of our vows;
And foolish to confound that
Is more contemptible than they;
The friendship if there is one,
Is a ghost impostor
One sees the following property,
And distant misfortune.

VII.

Love is still vain,
It is a borrowed radiance:
A false name which is decorated
The ambitious beauty:
We see the faithful love,
If deign to leave the heavens:
What about using the dove
Q'il heats up its foeux.

VIII.

Will, I believe, become wiser,
Despises a misleading sex. -
The emu host of this language,
Embellished by its redness;
His forehead or candor shone
Eyes, mouth, and breast,
Make a beautiful reconnoitre
In the charming Pelerin.

IX.

Look, she says, a lover,
Seeking in vain for the rest;
See a wandering girl
Whose love causes problems:
Long TEMS superb, inhuman,
Ignoring the price of a heart,
To escape a string tender
I had put all my happiness.

X.

In this fickle fault
Who renoit my heart swell:
Raimond offroit me his tribute
Without daring to talk about love:
The sky was dan his soul,
Lily which opens in the morning
Is purer than the flame,
I allumois in his bosom.

XI.

His birth was common;
Raimond, no good, unemployed,
Had but one heart to fortune,
But it was all heart to me:
Tired of my ingratitude
He left me for ever;
And in solitude,
He went to his finer days.

XII.

Now desperate,
Victim of a foolish pride,
I go in contree
Which contains its cercucil:
The I have no other desire,
To die at his feet;
Paying days of my life
Those he sacrificed me.

XIII.

No, says Raymond himself,
Hugging his arms:
No one who loves your heart
Has no sudden trepas;
Behold, O my Angeline
Dear object of my regrets;
Look, O divine daughter,
The lover that you were crying.

XIV.

Angeline is in drunkenness,
Its transportation without his voice
Ah, she said tenderly,
Is that you I see?
Live, die, one for the other,
Il'ne need to leave us:
One trepas is ours,
What have we to regret!