Les Amants [English translation]

If Mrs Sevigne

In the night

Dreamt of her husband

Well she curled up

Under the covers,

Removing the ballast from her sleep.

In the small hours of the morning,

She hoped her shapes

As if he had come to fish

In the sea...

Lovers are the well of the heart

Because the union uses force

And their traits will unify

In order that they resemble one another

For the worst and for the best,

In order that they puncture their forces,

They walk without overtaking one another,

With an irregular stap

Monsieur escapes

In the night

To go and find men

The languid type

On the port where the sailors smoke

And disgorge their love

Lovers are the well of the heart,

Because the union uses force

And their traits unify

In order that they resemble one another

For the worst and for the best

In order that they puncture their forces

They walk without overtaking one another,

With an irregular step.