I like die greenish light in your long eyes,

 I love the greenish light of your long eyes,

Dear: but today all things are sour to me.

Sweet beauty, but today all to me is bitter;

And naught, your hearth, your boudoir, nor your sighs

Nothing, neither your love, your boudoir, nor your hearth

Are worth the sun that glitters on the sea.

Is worth as much as the sunlight on the sea.

Yet love me, tender heart, as mothers cherish

Yet, love me, tender heart! be a mother,

A thankless wretch, Lover or sister, be

Even to an ingrate, even to a scapegrace;

Ephemeral sweetness of the suns that perish

Mistress or sister, be the fleeting sweetness

Or glory of the autumn swift to flee.

Of a gorgeous autumn or of a setting sun.

Brief task! The charnel yawns in hunger horrid,

Short task! The tomb awaits; it is avid!

Yet let me with my head upon your knees,

Ah! let me, with my head bowed on your knees,

Although I mourn the summer, white and torrid

Taste the sweet, yellow rays of the end of autumn,

Taste these last yellow rays before they freeze.

While I mourn for the white, torrid summer!