Sonnet

Poem by Félix Arvers Period 19th century

My soul has its secret, my life has its mystery,
An eternal love conceived in a single moment:
The ill is without hope, so I had to keep it silent,
And she who caused it has never known anything of it.

Alas! I shall have passed beside her unnoticed,
Always at her side, and yet solitary.
And I shall have spent my time on earth to the very end,
Daring to ask nothing and having received nothing.

For her, though God made her gentle and tender,
She goes on her way, distracted and without hearing
This murmur of love raised upon her steps.

To austere duty, piously faithful,
She will say, reading these verses all filled with her
“Who then is this woman?” and will not understand.

Arvers Félix

Translation generated by Poésies 123 with assistance from the deepseek-chat artificial-intelligence model.

Text published on Poésies 123: https://www.poesies123.com/en/poem-sonnet-arvers-felix/