lamhaa lamhaa terii yaadeN jo chamak uThtii haiN
aisaa lagtaa hai ke uRte hu'e pal jalte haiN
mere KhvaaboN meN ko'ii laash ubhar aatii hai
band aaNkhoN meN ka'ii Taj Mahal jalte haiN
A woman wails, boo hoo, mourning her man
Shut up, shame on you, don't cry to the hills!
O little sister, I should have warned you
Don't eat the meat, if it makes you cough blood!
Wine-maker there by Yellow Fountains,
‘Eternal Spring’ that’s still your vintage.
Without Li Po on Night’s Terrace
Who can there be to bring you custom?
Jeg ønsked at samle min Længsel, mit Liv
til en Vagt uden Hvile, en Skæbne som brænder
med Sol, der paa Enge nær Havet blev til
og ender et Sted, som kun Stjernerne kender.
MAGGIOR dolore è ben la Ricordanza,
O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza?
Ladybug linger
Good fortune bring the wand'rer
A flow'r blooms for you
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet Love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips or your lips the roses.
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps Brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life
Ô jeunes gens je m'offre à vous comme une épouse
Mon amour est puissant j'aime jusqu'à la mort
Tapie au fond du sol je vous guette jalouse
Et mon corps n'est en tout qu'un long baiser qui mord
