Mes bouquets d'asphodèles [English translation]

I can no longer talk about martins

I no longer know about the smell of undergrowth

I will never harvest asphodels again

My sky and earth, they're you

I no longer experience the thrill of bleaks

In the pond water there are

Whirlpools that are making me dizzy

That don't stop talking to me about you.

I will no longer go to the fields, my turtledove

I will no longer see the colour of summers

I no longer need as much light

He is my sun and my wheat

And when night will stretch over the world

I will wait, I will stay here

Because I know the stars that fall

Trailing behind them long wishes of joy.

O my love, my everything, my refrain

My little child and the best of me

Carry me, like a queen is carried

Because now I have nothing but you

I have given you my bouquets of asphodel

My ponds, my wheat and my woods

All my past is gone and flies away

I give you everything to give myself to you.