(A melody on bright notes)
‘In the silence and peace of the mountains
Who can know the repose of my heart?’
Benignly the great moon pours the long river
Of its merciful light into the depths of our burning eyes.
In our breasts fresh as spring jostle the pure words
That our lips dare not speak!
Only the touch of our hands allows our two souls
To become the warm expansive melody of our one and only song.
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges