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Je n'ai qu'un seul amour

Alto Voice,Guitar - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1402629 By David Warin Solomons. By David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Singer/Songwriter. Full Performance. Duration 300. David Warin Solomons #985853. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1402629). This song is based on parts of the poem by Paul ValÃ©ry Fragments du Narcisse which explains and ponders the idea of the origin of narcissism (self-love)The words are as followsMais moi, Narcisse aimÃ©, je ne suis curieuxQue de ma seule essence ;Tout autre nâ€™a pour moi quâ€™un cÅ“ur mystÃ©rieux,Tout autre nâ€™est quâ€™absence.Ã” mon bien souverain, cher corps, je nâ€™ai que toi !Le plus beau des mortels ne peut chÃ©rir que soi...Â Douce et dorÃ©e, est-il une idole plus sainte,De toute une forÃªt qui se consume, ceinte,Et sise dans lâ€™azur vivant par tant dâ€™oiseaux ?Est-il don plus divin de la faveur des eaux,Et dâ€™un jour qui se meurt plus adorable usageQue de rendre Ã mes yeux lâ€™honneur de mon visage ?Quitte enfin le silence, ose enfin me rÃ©pondre,Bel et cruel Narcisse, inaccessible enfant,Tout ornÃ© de mes biens que la nymphe dÃ©fend...Formons, toi sur ma lÃ¨vre, et moi, dans mon silence,Une priÃ¨re aux dieux quâ€™Ã©mus de tant dâ€™amourSur sa pente de pourpre ils arrÃªtent le jour !...Dieux ! de lâ€™auguste jour, le pÃ¢le et tendre resteVa des jours consumÃ©s joindre le sort funeste ;Il sâ€™abÃ®me aux enfers du profond souvenir !HÃ©las ! corps misÃ©rable, il est temps de sâ€™unir...Penche-toi... Baise-toi. Tremble de tout ton Ãªtre !Lâ€™insaisissable amour que tu me vins promettrePasse, et dans un frisson, brise Narcisse, et fuit..English translation by D W SolomonsBut I, beloved Narcissus, am curious onlyabout my very beingeverything else has nothing more than a heart of mysteryeverything else is nothing but absenceOnly what I own, my dear sovereign body, is what I haveThe most beautiful of mortals cannot cherish anything more than itselfSweet and golden, is there a more holy idolwithin an entire forest, self-consumed and heldand set in the living azure by so many birds?Is there a more divine gift than the favour of the watersand a more adorable use of the dying daythan to return to me the honour of my face?Please don't be silent, please dare to replyBeautiful and cruel Narcissus, unreachable childÂ owning what I hold dear but guarded by the nymphLet the two of us, you on my lips and I in my silencemake a prayer to the gods that they should be moved by so much lovethat they would keep the day held in its purple sunsetGods! only the pale and tender parts remain of the august day,It joins the fate of other days that were consumedIt goes down into the hell of deep memoryAlas, miserable body, it is time to become as oneBend down - kiss yourself - tremble with all your beingThe intangible love that you promisedhas gone by, and in a shiver, shatters Narcissus and flees.