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Belaud, mon petit chat gris

Language: French

La tête à la taille pareille,
Une barbelette argentée,
Son musequin damoiselet.
Mon Dieu, quel passetemps, c'était
Quand ce Belaud vire-voltait
Folâtre autour d'une pelote!
Quel plaisir, quand sa tête sotte
Suivant sa queue en mille tours,
D'un rouet imitait le cours!
Ô quel malheur! ô quelle perte,
Qui ne peut être recouverte!
Oui, j'ai perdu depuis trois jours
Mon plaisir, mon bien, mes amours!
Vraiment la mort fut inhumaine,
Si de voir elle eût pris la peine
Un tel chat, son coeur endurci
En eût eu (ce crois-je) merci.
Que plût à Dieu, petit Belaud,
Que j'eusse l'esprit assez bon,
De pouvoir en quelque beau style
Blasonner ta race gentille,
Belaud, dont la beauté fut telle,
Qu'elle est digne d'être immortelle!
Belaud, mon petit chat!
Belaud, mon petit chat gris!



Translation(s): ENG

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
    * ENG English (David Jonathan Justman) , "Belaud, my little gray cat!", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Belaud, my little gray cat!

Language: English

His well-formed head,
Silvered whiskers,
His damsel-like muzzle.
My God, what entertainment it was
When this Belaud spun insanely
Around a ball.
What a pleasure, when his silly head,
Following his tail a thousand times
Imitated the run of a spinning wheel.
O what a sorrow!  O what a loss,
Which cannot be recovered!
Yes, three days ago I lost
My pleasure, my good, my loves.
Truly Death was inhuman;
If she took the trouble of seeing
Such a cat, she should have 
had mercy on it, I believe.
May God will, little Belaud,
That I may be witty enough
To be able to blazon your gentle race,
In some beautiful style.
Belaud, whose beauty was such,
That it is worthy of being immortal.
Belaud, my little cat!
Belaud, my little gray cat!



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