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Thursday, February 25, 2010

La Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis



Dictes moy ou, n'en quel pays,
Est Flora la belle Rommaine,
Archipiades ne Thaïs,
Qui fut sa cousine germaine,
Echo parlant quant bruyt on maine
Dessus riviere ou sus estan,
Qui beaulté ot trop plus q'humaine.
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

Ou est la tres sage Helloïs,
Pour qui chastré fut et puis moyne
Pierre Esbaillart a Saint Denis?
Pour son amour ot ceste essoyne.
Semblablement, ou est la royne
Qui commanda que Buridan
Fust geté en ung sac en Saine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

La royne Blanche comme lis
Qui chantoit a voix de seraine,
Berte au grand pié, Beatris, Alis,
Haremburgis qui tint le Maine,
Et Jehanne la bonne Lorraine
Qu'Englois brulerent a Rouan;
Ou sont ilz, ou, Vierge souvraine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

Prince, n'enquerez de sepmaine
Ou elles sont, ne de cest an,
Qu'a ce reffrain ne vous remaine:
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?




--- an English version (Robin Shirley)

Tell me where, or in what land,
is Flora the fair Roman girl,
Archipiada, or Thaïs,
who was her match in beauty's hall,
Echo who answered when one called
over rivers or still pools,
whose loveliness was more than human?
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Where is Héloïse, so wise, for whom
Pierre Abelard was first unmanned
then cloistered up at Saint Denis?
For her love he bore these trials.
And where now can one find that queen
by whose command was Buridan
thrown in a sack into the Seine?
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Queen Blanche, light as a lily,
who sang with a mermaid's voice,
Bertha Bigfoot, Beatrice, Alice,
Arembourg, heiress to Maine,
and Joan the good maid of Lorraine
whom the English griddled at Rouen;
where are they, where, O Sovereign Virgin?
Where are the snows of yesteryear?

Prince, don't ask me in a week
or in a year what place they are;
I can only give you this refrain:
Where are the snows of yesteryear?



--- a Romanian version (Dan Danila):

Pe unde-s, prin ce tari de vis,
Flora, romana-ncantatoare,
Alcibiada sau Thais,
Ce fost-au bune verisoare,
Echo, dand zvonuri chematoare
Pe stanci si ape spre liman,
Frumoasa de pereche n-are?
Dar unde-i neaua din cel an?

Dar inteleapta Helois?
De dragu-i, cat a patimit
Pierre Abelard la Saint Denis,
Scopit si-apoi calugarit.
La fel, Doamna ce-a poruncit
Sa se inece Buridan
In sac si-n Sena azvarlit?
Dar unde-i neaua din cel an?

Regina Blanche ca floarea-nvoalta
Cantand cu voce descantata,
Betris, Alis, Berte cea inalta,
Erembourg, doamna-n Maine odata,
Lorena Jeanne, nevinovata
De englezi arsa la Rouan,
Unde-s, Fecioara preacurata?
Dar unde-i neaua din cel an?

Printe, nu intreba pe unde,
Nici de al vremilor noian,
Doar un refren iti va raspunde:
Dar unde-i neaua din cel an?




--- another English version (The Ballad of the Ladies of Yore)

Where, pray tell me, in which land,
where is Flora the fair Roman?
and Archipiades and Thaïs,
all cousins in art and voice?
Echo, she spoke where we bellowed
across rivers, over ponds,
held more beauty than human should.
But whither have gone the snows of yore?

Where is that most wise Heloïs
for whom was gelded then monk became
Pierre Esbaillart at Saint-Dennis?
For her love he made the sacrifice.
Where, pray tell me, is the queen
who ordered noble Jean Buridan
to be sacked then thrown into Seine?
But whither have gone the snows of yore?

And Blanche the lily-white queen
who sang with the voice of a siren?
Bertha the slender-footed, Beatrice, Alice?
Haremburgis who held all of Maine?
And Joan the just maid of Lorraine
who in Rouen the English burned?
Where are they? Where, Virgin supreme?
But whither have gone the snows of yore?

Prince, let no week pass save you ask
where they are; and throughout the present year
until it be that you too come up with this refrain:
But whither have gone the snows of yore?




--- and a Japanese version (leonocusto2008)

参考:
「疇昔の美姫の歌(そのかみのやしょめのうた)」
日夏耿之介訳
(『日夏耿之介全集』2、河出書房新社 1977 より)

羅馬(ろま)の麗人(あてびと)フロオラの姫は
いづこにおんわたり候らむ。
そのいと似かよへるタイイスと
アルキビアアダなど阿嬌(あけう)いづちゆきけむ。
水沼幽■(漢字はさんずい+間)(みぬませゝらぎ)に身がくりて
木魅(こだま)するエコオの姫は
麗容うつし世のものならず、
   さはれ故歳(ふるとし)の雪やいづくぞ。

閨秀エロイイズ尼いづくにある
サン・ドニにてピエル・エスバイヤアルの得度(とくど)なせしは
その宮(きゅう)せられしが故とかや、
げにげに戀草(こひぐさ)こそはうらみつらみの種ぞかし。
ビュリダンを嚢中にとり籠め
セエヌ川に投じされと
宣り給ひけむ女王(にょわう)の君はいづれぞや。
   さはれ故歳(ふるとし)の雪やいづくぞ。

海妖(シレエヌ)の歌口(うたぐち)をなせしてふ
白百合の女王ブランシュの君
玉筍(ぎょくじゅん)ベルタ、ビヤトリイス、アリスの姫、
メエヌを領ぜしアレムブルギスの公主(こうしゅ)
はた、ロオレエヌ方(がた)貞■(漢字は女偏+宛)(ていゑん)の乙女ジャンヌは
英吉利びとこれをルウアンに焚殺せりき。
聖貞童女(せいていどうにょ)よ ここらなべての女人(にょにん)だち今いづくんかある。
   さはれ故歳(ふるとし)の雪やいづくぞ。

 反歌
ふるとしの雪やいづくとあざかへし
   このとしこの日趾(あと)とふなゆめ。


(François Villon)

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Bulat Okudjava: The Prayer of François Villon




Пока земля еще вертится,
Пока еще ярок свет,
Господи, дай же ты каждому,
Чего у него нет:
As long, as the earth keeps turning,
As long, as the sun is above,
Almighty, please give to each one
That what he hasn't and needs
Мудрому дай голову,
Трусливому дай коня,
Дай счастливому денег...
И не забудь про меня.
Grant brain to the man who is wise,
The coward, grant him a horse,
The happy, let him have money,
And don't forget about me.
Пока земля еще вертится, -
Господи, твоя власть! -
Дай рвущемуся к власти
Навластвоваться всласть,
So far, as the earth keeps turning,
Almighty, as is your wish,
Grant to the striving the power
To rule as much as he needs.

Дай передышку щедрому,
Хоть до исхода дня,
Каину дай раскаяние...
И не забудь про меня.
Grant respite to the generous
At least till the outcome of day.
Grant repentance to Cain
And don't forget about me.

Я знаю: ты все умеешь,
Я верую в мудрость твою,
Как верит солдат убитый,
Что он проживает в раю,
I know that you have the power,
I've faith in the wisdom from you,
Believing as a dead soldier
That right in the Heaven I'll be

Как верит каждое ухо
Тихим речам твоим,
Как веруем и мы сами,
Не ведая, что творим!
As truly believes every being:
That all that you say is true,
As we go on believing,
Not knowing what we do.

Господи мой Боже,
Зеленоглазый мой!
Пока земля еще вертится,
И это ей странно самой,
O Lord of my life, O, Almighty,
On blond tresses and the green of eyes,
So far as the earth keeps turning
Although it still wonders, why?

Пока ей еще хватает
Времени и огня,
Дай же ты всем по немногу...
И не забудь про меня.
So far, as it still has left some time
and fire to keep its course,
Grant something to everybody
And don't forget about me.

(François Villon)

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La Ballade des Pendus


Gérard Philipe récite La Ballade des Pendus
(video by leonocusto2008)


Frères humains, qui après nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis,
Car, si pitié de nous pauvres avez,
Dieu en aura plus tôt de vous mercis.
Vous nous voyez ci attachés, cinq, six :
Quant à la chair, que trop avons nourrie,
Elle est piéça dévorée et pourrie,
Et nous, les os, devenons cendre et poudre.
De notre mal personne ne s'en rie ;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !

Se frères vous clamons, pas n'en devez
Avoir dédain, quoique fûmes occis
Par justice. Toutefois, vous savez
Que tous hommes n'ont pas bon sens rassis.
Excusez-nous, puisque sommes transis,
Envers le fils de la Vierge Marie,
Que sa grâce ne soit pour nous tarie,
Nous préservant de l'infernale foudre.
Nous sommes morts, âme ne nous harie,
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !

La pluie nous a débués et lavés,
Et le soleil desséchés et noircis.
Pies, corbeaux nous ont les yeux cavés,
Et arraché la barbe et les sourcils.
Jamais nul temps nous ne sommes assis
Puis çà, puis là, comme le vent varie,
A son plaisir sans cesser nous charrie,
Plus becquetés d'oiseaux que dés à coudre.
Ne soyez donc de notre confrérie ;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !

Prince Jésus, qui sur tous a maistrie,
Garde qu'Enfer n'ait de nous seigneurie :
A lui n'ayons que faire ne que soudre.
Hommes, ici n'a point de moquerie ;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !


Here is an English rendering (A. S. Kline):

My brothers who live after us,
Don’t harden you hearts against us too,
If you have mercy now on us,
God may have mercy upon you.
Five, six, you see us, hung out to view.
When the flesh that nourished us well
Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,
And we, the bones, are dust and gall,
Let no one make fun of our ill,
But pray that God absolves us all.

No need, if we cry out to you, brothers,
To show disdain, if we’re in suspense
For justice’s sake. How few of the others,
Are men equipped with common sense.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,
To the Son of the Virgin Mary,
So of grace to us she’s not chary,
Shields us from Hell’s lightning fall.
We’re dead: the souls let no man harry,
But pray that God absolves us all.

The rain has soaked us, washed us: skies
Of hot suns blacken us, scorch us: crows
And magpies have gouged out our eyes,
Plucked at our beards, and our eyebrows.
There’s never a moment’s rest allowed:
Now here, now there, the changing breeze
Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,
Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler’s awl.
So don’t you join our fraternity,
But pray that God absolves us all.

Prince Jesus, who has all sovereignty,
Preserve us from Hell’s mastery.
We’ve no business down there at all.
Men, you’ve no time for mockery.
But pray to God to absolve us all.


And here comes a surprise! leonocusto2008 offers you also a translation in Japanese:

「絞首罪人のバラード」 天沢退二郎訳
(『ヴィヨン詩集成』 白水社 2000)

おれたちの死後を生きてゆく人たち わが兄弟よ
おれたちに心つめたく閉ざさないでくれよな
もしおれたちを哀れに思ってくれたら
神様だってあんたたちにずっと早くお慈悲を下さるだろう
ごらんの通りおれたち五人、六人、ここにくくりつけられている
ふんだんに栄養取らせたこの身体も
ずいぶん前からぼろぼろにちぎれ、腐っちまった
そしておれたち骨はといえば、灰になり塵になるのさ
おれたちのこの苦痛 だれも嘲笑(わら)わないでくれよ
どうぞや祈ってくれろ 神様のお許しがあるように。

あんたたちを兄弟と呼んだからって
怨まないでくれ、たといおれたちがお上の手で
殺されたにしても尤も、ご存知の通り
人は皆がみな、よく考えて賢く行動するわけじゃない
おれたちゃ、もう死んでるんだから
とりなしてくれよ マリア様の息子さんに
恩寵が涸れることなく
地獄の雷からおれたちをお護り下さるように
おれたちは死んだんだ もういじめないでくれ
どうぞや祈ってくれろ 神様のお許しがあるように

おれたちを雨が滌いでは洗い
日光が乾かしては灼き焦がした
カササギやカラスども、おれたちの眼をえぐり
ひげや眉毛をむしり取った
おれたちゃ一ときも気が休まらぬ
あっちへぶーらこっちへぶーら 風の変わるまま
指貫よりも孔だらけのこの身体は
風の気の向くままに揺れなびく
だから 間違ってもおれらの仲間にはなるなよ
どうぞや祈ってくれろ 神様のお許しがあるように。

すべてを見そなわすイエス様、
おれらを地獄が取り込まないようお護り下さい
とにかく地獄とは縁もゆかりも持たぬようにしよう!
人々よ もう冗談は抜きだよ
どうぞや祈ってくれろ 神様のお許しがあるように。

(François Villon)

(Gérard Philipe)

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François Villon

François Villon, Poet, Thief and Vagabond






(Le Parnasse des Lettres)

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