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Posted 22 January 2007 - 08:12 AM

I dug up a CD-R of MyDocs, and here's the whole translation.  I notice I transposed only two lines (or is it one?) from a different stanza, and have apparently forgotten the entirity of the first stanza.  There  have also been minor changes in my head thru the years.  The lines were used as couplets at the head of each chapter in a book (if I recall right, HOW TO WRITE FOR MONEY).

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BALLADE DU CONCOURS DE BLOIS
by
FranÁois Villon

Exiled from home I sleep in my own bed;
Close by a brazier burn all shivering;
Naked am I, appareled like a king;
And taste October in the height of spring;
I laugh in tears, take comfort in despair;
Curse and blaspheme, and am devout in prayer.
As staunch as oak, by every wind deflected,
I stand light-hearted, overborne with care Ė
Received by all men and by all rejected.

I am not deaf except to what is said Ė
Am sure of naught but the uncertain thing;
I hold that nothing lives but what is dead Ė
That wisdom flies on accidental wing;
My gains increase, my wealth is vanishing;
I dine with princes on beggarís faire,
At break of day against the night prepare
Shown the true path, am ever misdirected;
Await a legacy, though no manís heir,
Received by all men and by all rejected.

I take no pains, yet all my nets are spread Ė
To catch those goods I am not coveting;
They feed me best that rob me of my bread;
Tell me most truth that false impostures bring;
Him call I friend who says that fishes sing Ė
Or that bald heads are covered thick with hair;
I meet with truth and falsehood everywhere;
See every difference never yet detected,
Remembering much I find my memory bare;
Received by all men and by all rejected.
And here is a much more litteral translation (BTW: my French is zilch, I cannot read the original)

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BALLADE DU CONCOURS DE BLOIS
by
FranÁois Villon

I die of thirst beside the fountain,
Hot as fire Iím shaking tooth on tooth,
In my own country Iím in a distant land,
Beside the blaze Iím shivering in flames,
Naked as a worm, dressed like a President.
I laugh in tears and hope despairingly;
I cheer up in a sad despair,
Iím joyful and nothing gives me pleasure,
Iím strong and havenít any force or power,
Warmly welcomed, rebuffed by everyone.

Iím sure of nothing but the uncertain,
Baffled by nothing but the evident,
Iím doubtful of nothing but the sure,
I regard knowledge as mere accident.
I always win and I remain the loser,
At dawn I say ďI wish you good nightĒ,
When lying down Iím afraid of falling,
Iím very rich and havenít a cent;
I await an inheritance and am no oneís heir,
Warmly welcomed, rebuffed by everyone.

I never work and yet I go all out
To acquire wealth which I donít want;
Who speaks most kindly irritates me most,
Most truthfully will lie to me the most,
The person is a friend who makes me think
That a white swan is a black crow,
He who harms me thinks he helps me out,
Falsehood, truth, to me theyíre both the same
I warmly remember all things and canít conceive of one,
Warmly welcomed, rebuffed by everyone.

Merciful Prince, may it please you to know
I understand much and have no sense or learning.
A rare bird, Iím common before the law,
Whatís left to do?  Set eyes on my pawned goods again!
Warmly welcomed, rebuffed by everyone.

Lynn

Edited by lynn98109, 22 January 2007 - 08:20 AM.





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