I die of love. (version originale)

I die of love.

With the paddle of this day, I curse the morning which only leaves me and desperate. I curse what I like because it denies me, I curse the love that I saw being born and who of its hands assassinates me. I hate of all my heart and all my heart this existence to which I as lately as yesterday dared to attach importance. That is essential to me to die today since you are not there. I will not even have the softness of your words to close the eyes…….And of all this I am the architect. I wounded that which my heart venerates, in silence it ground. Yes, banished me of your horizon, the sun died out. If, of chance, you sought me, turns to the sky. If you does not find me there, looks at then towards the abysses: I am consumed there. I do not seek any more the smoothness of the words, I do not request any more so that the life retains me. I die of love and withdraw me, the lowered weapons. I carry in my exile a memory, a quiet symphony that only my liked can still seize. I entrust it to you, like it, it is so invaluable. Give him light, him which is in love with stars. Dance as I danced with the firmament, dance in ember, dance for us. I die of love for him, my soft wanderer.
(ARWEN GERNAK) 19-01-05

Pourquoi l'anglais ? Aurais-tu des origines anglo-saxonnes où est-ce parce que le français ne te permet pas d'exprimer ce sentiment de "mourir d'amour" ?
Je me le demande et, bien que j'ai lu ton texte en entier et essayé de le comprendre, je ne dis pas non à une traduction de ta part. La plus fidèle possible ! ;-)

Mince ! J'avais pas vu qu'il existait une version française. Mes excuses.

De rien tu vois pourquoi je ne réponds jamais avec précipitation!!!!!
Il faut souvent lire et relire avant d'apprécier!
Amitiés,Arwen

J'étais passée à côté de ce post! Je n'y crois pas! Un texte en anglais! Comment ai-je pu? How could I?

In spite of tiny mistakes, you express splendid, moving feelings in English, as well as in French ...

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