Correspondances
“Là tous n’est qu’ordre et beauté,Luxe, calme et volupté.”
Come Away With Me
My child, my sister, my love,
Imagine the joy of running away together,
Free to love,
to love and to die
in a land that reminds me of you.
A land where moist suns glow in misty skies,
A land whose mysterious charms are the same for me as your flashing eyes, brilliant through their tears.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, luxe, calme et volupté.
Gleaming woods burnished by the years
adorn our chambers.
The rarest of flowers
mix their scents with hints of amber.
Coffered ceilings,
gilded mirrors,
carpets of oriental splendor --
all whisper to us in the sweet native language of the soul.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, luxe, calme et volupté.
Picture a fleet of ships
floating sleepily in the harbor
awaiting your command.
They stand ready to sail to the ends of the earth to satisfy your least desire, your every whim.
The setting sun bathes the fields,
the canals, the whole scene,
in hyacinth and gold.
All the world slumbers in its warm light.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, luxe, calme et volupté.
Translation by Fern L. Nesson (2018)
