You see, ô my love, I surrender.
Like me, stay above this world unkind,
Unhappy, yet not a pretender,
Be nice and be kind and pray the skies
For as they give their light to the blind,
You, my love, with honey in your eyes
Give your mind.
No one is happy, neither winning.
Time for all of us is incomplete.
Time is shadow. Life is, my darling,
Made of it.
And of their fate men are not happy.
For happiness, to all and to you
All was missing. This all means really
This very few is that for our own
In life we are all looking after:
A word, a smile, a piece of gold, some renown,
The desert misses the rain’s caress.
The king misses the joy of true friends.
Man is a well wherein emptiness
See those leaders, gods of our reasons,
Those heroes we admire from their heights,
The fames of which our dark horizons
Want the lights.
Once they have like a flame of their kind
Stunned everything with their blinding glow,
In their grave they went to seek and find
The sky who knows our pain and our fears
Has mercy for our vain and sad days.
Every morning, it bathes with its tears
God gives us light, since our day of birth
To see him and us with acumen.
And a law raises up from the Earth
And the men.
This law we must respect ‘till the end
Clearly says, easy to remember,
Never hate, my love, love instead, and
Hervé Sabattier - May 2019