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- CPDL #17217:
- Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2008-06-12). Score information: 20.1 x 27.6 cm, 7 pages, 81 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Quand vous serez bien vieille
Composer: Mick Swithinbank
Lyricist: Pierre de Ronsard
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB with divisions
Genre: Secular
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: An a cappella setting of Ronsard's famous sonnet, not particularly easy to sing, but it was premiered by the Hollands Vocaal Ensembel under Cees Rotteveel.
External websites:
Original text and translations
French text
Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant :
« Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j’étais belle. »
Lors vous n’aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Déjà sous le labeur à demi sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s’aille réveillant
,
Bénissant votre nom, de louange immortelle.
Je serai sous la terre et, fantôme sans os,
Par les ombres myrteux je prendrai mon repos ;
Vous serez au foyer une vieille accroupie,
Regrettant mon amour et votre fier dédain.
Vivez, si m’en croyez, n’attendez à demain :
Cueillez dès aujourd’hui les roses de la vie.
English translation
by Humbert Wolfe
When you are old, at evening candle-lit,
beside the fire bending to your wool,
read out my verse and murmur "Ronsard writ
this praise for me when I was beautiful."
And not a maid but at the sound of it,
though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool,
will start awake, and bless love's benefit,
whose long fidelities bring Time to school.
I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth,
by myrtle-shade in quiet after pain,
but you, a crone will crouch beside the hearth,
mourning my love and all your proud disdain.
And what comes to-morrow who can say?
Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day.