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Le jour pousse la nuit, Et la nuit sombre Pousse le jour qui luit D'une obscure ombre. L'Autonne suit l'Esté, Et l'aspre rage Des vents n'a point esté Apres l'orage. Mais la fièvre d'amours Qui me tourmente, Demeure en moy tousjours, Et ne s'alente. Ce n'estoit pas moy, Dieu, Qu'il falloit poindre, Ta fleche en autre lieu Se devoit joindre. Poursuy les paresseux Et les amuse, Mais non pas moy, ne ceux Qu'aime la Muse. Helas, delivre moy De ceste dure, Qui plus rit, quand d'esmoy Voit que j'endure. Redonne la clarté A mes tenebres, Remets en liberté Mes jours funebres. Amour sois le support De ma pensée, Et guide à meilleur port Ma nef cassée. Tant plus je suis criant Plus me reboute, Plus je la suis priant Et moins m'escoute. Ne ma palle couleur D'amour blesmie N'a esmeu à douleur Mon ennemie. Ne sonner à son huis De ma guiterre, Ny pour elle les nuis Dormir à terre. Plus cruel n'est l'effort De l'eau mutine Qu'elle, lors que plus fort Le vent s'obstine. Ell' s'arme en sa beauté, Et si ne pense Voir de sa cruauté La récompense. Monstre toy le veinqueur, Et d'elle enflame Pour exemple le coeur De telle flame, Qui la soeur alluma Trop indiscrete, Et d'ardeur consuma La Royne en Crete.
J. Leguerney sets stanzas 1-5
D. Milhaud sets stanzas 1-5
Note: A five-stanza version of this poem exists with a different third stanza:
Mais le mal nonobstant D'amour dolente Demeure en moi constant Et ne s'alente.
Modernized form used by Leguerney and Milhaud:
Le jour pousse la nuit Et la nuit sombre Pousse le jour qui luit D'une obscure ombre. L'Automne suit l'Été Et l'âpre rage Des vents n'a point été Après l'orage. Mais la fièvre d'amours Qui me tourmente Demeure en moi toujours Et ne s'alente. Ce n'était pas moi, Dieu, Qu'il fallait poindre; Ta flèche en d'autre lieu Se devait joindre. Poursuis les paresseux Et les amuse, Mais non pas moi, ni ceux Qu'aime la Muse...
Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "À Cupidon" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jacques Leguerney (1906 - 1997), "À Cupidon", 1944, published 1986, first performed 1944, stanzas 1-5 [ voice and piano ], from Poèmes de la Pléiade, Vol. III, no. 3, Max Eschig [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Darius Milhaud (1892 - 1974), "À Cupidon", op. 223 no. 2 (1940), stanzas 1-5 [ voice and piano ], from Quatre Chansons de Ronsard, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Olga Nazaykinskaia (b. 1962), "À Cupidon", 2011, published 2011 [ soprano and piano ], from Chansons d'une étrangère pour soprano et piano, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Jonathan Justman) , "To Cupid", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "To Cupid", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Laura Claycomb) , "To Cupid", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-02
Line count: 60
Word count: 217
Day pushes night before it And somber night Pushes day, Which glows With a dark shadow. Autumn follows Summer And the winds' bitter rage Never existed, once the storm is over. But the fever of love Which torments me Remains in me always And never lets up. It wasn't me, God, who needed to be stung; Your arrow should have hit someplace else. Pursue the lazy And amuse them, But not me, not those Who love the muse...
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), "À Cupidon"
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-02
Line count: 20
Word count: 79