The pathways of love
 
The paths that lead to the sea
have kept, of our passing-by,
flowers with fallen petals
and the echo, beneath their trees,
of both our bright laughters.

Alas! of the days of happiness,
radiant joys now flown,    

I wander without finding their trace again
in my heart.

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Paths of my love,
I still seek you,
lost paths, you are no more
and your echos are hollow.

Paths of despair,
paths of memory,
paths of the first day,
divine paths of love.

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If one day I have to forget him,
life effacing everything,
I wish, in my heart, that one memory should remain,
stronger than the other love.

The memory of the path,
where trembling and utterly bewildered
one day, upon me, I felt
your hands burning.

© translated by Christopher Goldsack