Le Pas d'armes du roi Jean
C. Saint-Saëns
Par saint Gille,
By Saint Giles,
Viens nous-en,
Let us set out,
Mon agile
My nimble
Alezan;
Chestnut;
Viens, écoute,
Come, hear me:
Par la route,
We're off
Voir la joute
To see King John's
Du Roi Jean.
Jousting contest.
Qu'un gros carme
Let a portly Carmelite
Chartrier
Custodian of charters
Ait pour arme
Be armed
L'encrier;
With an ink-well;
Qu'une fille,
Let the maiden
Sous la grille,
In her convent parlour
S'égosille
Pray
À prier.
Till she's hoarse;
Nous qui sommes,
We who are,
De par Dieu,
By the grace of God,
Gentilshommes
Noble men
De haut lieu,
Of high rank
Il faut faire
Must cause
Bruit sur terre,
A stir on earth,
Et la guerre
And war
N'est qu'un jeu.
Is but a game.
Cette ville
This town,
Aux longs cris,
Ringing with cries,
Qui profile
With its grey
Son front gris,
Silhouette
Des toits frêles,
Of delicate roofs,
Cent tourelles,
Of a hundred turrets,
Clochers grêles,
Of slender steeples,
C'est Paris!
Is Paris!
Los aux dames!
Hooray for the ladies!
Au roi los!
Hooray for the King!
Vois les flammes
See the banners
Des champs-clos,
In the ring,
Où la foule,
Where the seething
Qui s'écroule,
Crowd
Hurle et roule
Roars and surges
À longs flots!
Like breakers!
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Qu'un gros carme
Let a portly Carmelite
Chartrier
Custodian of charters
Ait pour arme
Be armed
L'encrier;
With an ink-well;
Qu'une fille,
Let the maiden
Sous la grille,
In her convent parlour
S'égosille
Pray
À prier.
Till she's hoarse;
Nous qui sommes,
We who are,
De par Dieu,
By the grace of God,
Gentilshommes
Noble men
De haut lieu,
Of high rank
Il faut faire
Must cause
Bruit sur terre,
A stir on earth,
Et la guerre
And war
N'est qu'un jeu.
Is but a game.
Cette ville
This town,
Aux longs cris,
Ringing with cries,
Qui profile
With its grey
Son front gris,
Silhouette
Des toits frêles,
Of delicate roofs,
Cent tourelles,
Of a hundred turrets,
Clochers grêles,
Of slender steeples,
C'est Paris!
Is Paris!
Los aux dames!
Hooray for the ladies!
Au roi los!
Hooray for the King!
Vois les flammes
See the banners
Des champs-clos,
In the ring,
Où la foule,
Where the seething
Qui s'écroule,
Crowd
Hurle et roule
Roars and surges
À longs flots!
Like breakers!
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Nous qui sommes,
We who are,
De par Dieu,
By the grace of God,
Gentilshommes
Noble men
De haut lieu,
Of high rank
Il faut faire
Must cause
Bruit sur terre,
A stir on earth,
Et la guerre
And war
N'est qu'un jeu.
Is but a game.
Cette ville
This town,
Aux longs cris,
Ringing with cries,
Qui profile
With its grey
Son front gris,
Silhouette
Des toits frêles,
Of delicate roofs,
Cent tourelles,
Of a hundred turrets,
Clochers grêles,
Of slender steeples,
C'est Paris!
Is Paris!
Los aux dames!
Hooray for the ladies!
Au roi los!
Hooray for the King!
Vois les flammes
See the banners
Des champs-clos,
In the ring,
Où la foule,
Where the seething
Qui s'écroule,
Crowd
Hurle et roule
Roars and surges
À longs flots!
Like breakers!
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Cette ville
This town,
Aux longs cris,
Ringing with cries,
Qui profile
With its grey
Son front gris,
Silhouette
Des toits frêles,
Of delicate roofs,
Cent tourelles,
Of a hundred turrets,
Clochers grêles,
Of slender steeples,
C'est Paris!
Is Paris!
Los aux dames!
Hooray for the ladies!
Au roi los!
Hooray for the King!
Vois les flammes
See the banners
Des champs-clos,
In the ring,
Où la foule,
Where the seething
Qui s'écroule,
Crowd
Hurle et roule
Roars and surges
À longs flots!
Like breakers!
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Los aux dames!
Hooray for the ladies!
Au roi los!
Hooray for the King!
Vois les flammes
See the banners
Des champs-clos,
In the ring,
Où la foule,
Where the seething
Qui s'écroule,
Crowd
Hurle et roule
Roars and surges
À longs flots!
Like breakers!
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Sans attendre,
Without delay
Çà piquons!
Let's gallop off!
L'œil bien tendre,
With amorous gaze,
Attaquons
Let us assail
De nos selles,
From our saddles
Les donzelles,
The damsels,
Roses, belles,
Rosy-cheeked and lovely
Aux balcons.
On their balconies.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Là-haut brille,
Gleaming up there
Sur ce mur,
On that wall
Yseult, fille
Is the maiden Isolde
Au front pur;
With her unsullied brow;
Là-bas, seules,
Down there, on their own,
Force aïeules
Throngs of old ladies
Portant gueules
Are dressed in red
Sur azur.
And blue.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
On commence!
Battle begins!
Le beffroi!
The alarm-bell rings!
Coups de lance,
Crash of lances,
Cris d'effroi!
Cries of fear!
On se forge,
Horses over-reach,
On s'égorge,
Throats are slit,
Par Saint George!
In the name of Saint George!
Par le Roi!
In the name of the King!
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Dans l'orage,
In the battle,
Lys courbé,
Like a wilted lily,
Un beau page
A handsome page
Est tombé.
Has fallen.
Il se pâme,
He faints,
Il rend l'âme;
He breathes his last;
Il réclame
He begs for
Un abbé.
A priest.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Moines, vierges,
Monks, virgins
Porteront
Will hold
De grands cierges
Tall candles
Sur son front;
Over his head;
Et dans l'ombre
And in the shadow
Du lieu sombre,
Of that dismal place,
Deux yeux d'ombre
Two dark eyes
Pleureront.
Will weep.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Car madame
For Lady
Isabeau
Suit son âme
Follows his soul
Au tombeau.
To the grave.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Çà, mon frère,
Well, my brother
Viens, rentrons
Come, let's return
Dans notre aire
To our baronial
De barons;
Hall.
Va plus vite,
Make haste,
Car au gîte
For at home
Qui t'invite,
Where we're awaited
Trouverons,
We shall find
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Toi, l'avoine
Oats
Du matin,
For your breakfast,
Moi, le moine
And Friar Augustin
Augustin,
Waiting for me,
Ce saint homme,
This holy man,
Suivant Rome,
A follower of Rome,
Qui m'assomme
Who bores me
De latin,
With Latin,
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Et rédige
And records
En romain
In Roman script
Tout prodige
All my deeds
De ma main,
Of valour,
Qu'à ma charge
Which at my request
Il émarge
He lists
Sur un large
On a large
Parchemin.
Parchment.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.
Le vrai sire
A true Lord
Châtelain
Of the manor
Laisse écrire
Lets a servant
Le vilain;
Write for him;
Sa main digne,
His own noble hand,
Quand il signe,
When signing his name,
Égratigne
Scratches
Le vélin.
The vellum.