Translation of CHANSON D'AUTOMNE (Oscar Vladislas de Lubicz-Milosz)

Listen to the voice of the wind in the night,
The old voice of the wind, the mournful voice of the wind,
Curse of the dead, lullaby of the living ...
Listen to the voice of the wind.
The leaves have fallen, the fruit has gone
From the wasted orchards.
Memories are less than nothing, hope is very far away.
Listen to the voice of the wind.

All your sorrows, O my Dolente, are vain.
Relentless oblivion snows grimly
On the graves of friends and lovers ...
Listen to the voice of the wind.
The shreds of summer follow the wind of the plain;
All your memories, all your troubles
Will disperse in the silent storm of Time.
Listen to the voice of the wind.

It is yours, for a time, the sonatina
Of dead days, of nights long past ...
Forget it, it has lived, it is far away.
Listen to the voice of the wind.
Tomorrow we shall go to dream on the ruins
Of today; let us prepare the sorrowful words
Of mendacious daily regret.
Listen to the voice of the wind.











Translation / Traduction / Übersetzung / Traducción : PIerre-Luc Pfrimmer