Le pont Mirabeau
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our love
Comes back to memory again
Where always joy came after pain
Comes the night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown
Hand in hand, face to face
While underneath
The bridge of our embrace
Eternal gazes, weary waves
Comes the night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown
Love goes away like the water flows
Love goes away
Like life is slow
And like Hopefulness is violent
Comes the night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown
Pass the days, pass the nights
Neither time past
Nor love comes back
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
Comes the night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown
--Translated by Charles Bernstein
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