La Noyée [English translation]

You drift off course just like a plank

On the river of remembering

And me left run on the bank

I cry to you "Port!" I'd sing

But wits, slowly you digress

Drenched in all that passion's mirth.

Bit by bit, I win you its

Little ration of lost earth.

Intermittently immersed

In loose liquidity

Or brambles brush instead

You delay and you wait for me

Within your face you have hid

Within your wrinkled dress.

Fear has only your disfigurement...

But the shame and the regret.

You are only a poor waif,

Watery thread's bait on its hook

But hey, I am still your slave

And drain into the brook

When remembrance desists

And the ocean of that's forgotten thus.

Reefs break our hearts and heads, this

Ever, reuniting us.