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Pels d'aur d'Ariana la bèla
tèunes coma una alba clara sus la mar
ligam leugièr de seda rossèla
estaca tan prima
totjorn prèsta a se desnosar
m'encadenas
a la broa de la vida.
Ò Mòrt
que siás sedusenta
al fons del potz
los uèlhs de jada linda
m'emmascan
lo resson de ta votz de cristal
tremola dins la prigondor
de mon còs.
Te disi ma miséria
ma solesa crusèla
Me parlas d'un endeman mens sorn
Lo silenci tenebrós de tas pèiras
Me fa signe.
Vèni a tu per estancar la set
que me crèma los pòts
e m'abrigar jos ton mantèl desbrembièr
d'aiga verda.
Lo fial de seda s'es pas romput...
Desirança de mòrt
trionf de vida.
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Golden hair of ARIANE the beautiful,
as thin as a shining dawn on the sea,
light reddish silk yarn,
so gentle bond,
always ready to unknot,
you fetter me
to the edge of life.
Oh Death,
you're so attracting,
at the bottom of the well,
your clear eyes of jade
bewitch me,
and the echo of your cristaline voice feverishly flutters in my body.
I tell you my distress,
my cruel loneliness.
You talk me about a less dark hereafter,
the gloomy silence of your rocks
makes a sign to me
I come to you to slake the thirst
That burns my lips
And to shelter under your forgetful mantle of green water
Yet the silky yarn did not break…
Desire of death,
triumph of life.
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