François Villon (c.1431-c.1463) : Ballade des pendus (L'Epitaphe)
François Villon (c.1431-c.1463) : Ballade von den Gehängten (L'Epitaphe)
François Villon (c.1431-c.1463): Ballad of the Hanged (The Epitaph)
François Villon (c.1431-c.1463) : Ballade des pendus (Epitafio)
François Villon (c.1431-c.1463) : Ballade des pendus (Epitáfio)
Frères humains, qui après nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis,
Car, si pitié de nous pauvres avez,
Dieu en aura plus tôt de vous mercis.
Human brothers, who live after us, Do not have your hearts hardened against us, For, if you have pity on us poor, God will have you sooner thank you.
Irmãos humanos, que vivem depois de nós, Não endureçais os vossos corações contra nós, Porque, se tiverdes piedade de nós, pobres, Deus terá piedade de vós mais cedo.
Vous nous voyez ci attachés, cinq, six :
Quant à la chair, que trop avons nourrie,
Elle est piéça dévorée et pourrie,
Et nous, les os, devenons cendre et poudre.
You see us attached here, five, six: As for the flesh, which we have fed too much, It is piecemeal devoured and rotten, And we, the bones, become ashes and powder.
Vêem-nos aqui amarrados, cinco, seis: Quanto à carne, que muitos alimentaram, É devorada e apodrecida, E nós, os ossos, tornamo-nos cinzas e pó.
De nôtre mal personne ne s'en rie ;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !
No one laughs at our misfortune; But pray to God that we will all be absolved!
Ninguém se ri do nosso mal; mas reza a Deus para que sejamos todos absolvidos!
Si frères vous clamons, pas n'en devez
Avoir dédain, quoique fûmes occis
Par justice...
Toutefois vous savez
Que tous hommes n'ont pas bon sens rassis.
If you brethren cry out, you must not Have disdain, although we were slain By justice... However, you know That not all men have stale common sense.
Se os irmãos clamam por ti, não precisas de desdenhar, embora tenhamos sido mortos pela justiça... No entanto, sabes que nem todos os homens têm um senso comum obsoleto.
Excusez-nous, puisque sommes transis,
Envers le fils de la Vierge Marie,
Que sa grâce ne soit pour nous tarie,
Nous préservant de l'infernale foudre.
Excuse us, since we are transfixed, Towards the son of the Virgin Mary, May his grace not be dried up for us, Preserving us from the infernal thunderbolt.
Perdoai-nos, porque estamos aflitos, ao filho da Virgem Maria, para que a sua graça não nos seja negada, preservando-nos do raio infernal.
Nous sommes morts, âme ne nous harie,
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !
We are dead, soul does not haunt us, But pray to God that we will all be absolved!
La pluie nous a debués et lavés, Et le soleil desséchés et noircis.
The rain defogged and washed us, And the sun parched and blackened.
Pies, corbeaux nous ont les yeux cavés, Et arraché la barbe et les sourcils.
Magpies, crows have hollowed out our eyes, And pulled out our beards and eyebrows.
As pegas e os corvos arrancaram-nos os olhos e arrancaram-nos a barba e as sobrancelhas.
Jamais nul temps nous ne sommes assis Puis çà, puis là, comme le vent varie, A son plaisir sans cesser nous charrie, Plus becquetés d'oiseaux que dés à coudre.
We are never seated for any time Then here, then there, as the wind varies, At its pleasure, it constantly carries us along, More pecked with birds than thimbles.
Ne soyez donc de nôtre confrérie ; Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !
Don't be part of our brotherhood; But pray to God that we will all be absolved!
Prince Jésus, qui sur tous a maistrie, Garde qu'Enfer n'ait de nous seigneurie ; A lui n'ayons que faire ni que soudre.
Prince Jesus, who has mastery over all, Keep Hell from having lordship over us; We have nothing to do with him, nothing but welding.
Hommes, ici n'a point de moquerie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre !
