Saturday, 8 November 2008
FRANÇOIS VILLON & BULAT OKUDZHAVA
“I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself.” - Pietro Aretino
It is timely perhaps to post this song up for Song Saturday, today. It is by the Russian/Georgian singer-songwriter Bulat Okudzhava (1924-1997). It is based on a poem by the French poet François Villon (born ca 1431). It is generally known as François Villon’s prayer and a translation runs thus:
François Villon’s Prayer
Before the earth stops turning
Before all lights grow dim,
To each one Lord, I pray Thee
Grant what is needful to him:
To the wise one a ready wit,
To the coward a horse, pray do
To the fortunate some money
But remember, I’m here too…
Before the earth stops turning
Of thy power without end;
To the one in want of power
Thy appointed portion of land.
To the one whose hand is open
Grant rest form charity,
A gift of remorse to Cain,
But also remember me…
O, Lord, Thou art all-knowing,
I believe in thy wisdom then,
As the fallen soldier believes
In Heaven he’s alive again.
As every man believes
Thy great word as true,
As all men must believe…
They know not what they do!
Before the earth stops turning
Before all lights grow dim,
And the fires are still burning
Grant each what is meet to him:
Grant to each some little thing
And remember I’m here too…
Thanks for posting this. I found the words written in an old notebook, (where I think I wrote them down from dictation) and looked it up on Google, and your page is the only one that has them.
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ReplyDeleteI think Okudjava was a little less lofty-styled here; after all, his audience in 1960-s was mostly atheistic.
ReplyDeleteHere is my version:
François Villon’s Prayer
(by Bulat Okudjava)
Come on while the world's still turning 'round
Come on while the light's still bright
Let oh Lord each and every one
Have what they never might
Let Sophistic have a head
Deserter, a steed
Happy, a fortune
And me, what you know I need
Come on while the world's still turning 'round
You Power, do your stuff
Let Power-Hungry have his way
The way he'll have enough
Let Big and Busy Heart have a break
Because it's hurting so
Let Cain have a rue uncunningly
And me, what I need you know
I hope you will sort it out yet
I'm sure you can anywise
As sure as a fallen soldier
Is sure he's in Paradise
As sure as every ear trusts
Your softly spoken coo
As sure as we, good believers
Know not what we do
Lord, my Lord, my sweet Lord
Green-eyed beheld and gone
Come on while the world's still turning 'round
It never would last so long
Come on while we still have it
Surging the urge to be
Let every one have what they lack
You know one of them is me
or maybe:
ReplyDeleteAs sure as a fallen soldier rests
Assured he's in Paradise
Literally:
DeleteAs the dying soldier (or mortally wounded soldier)
Believes he will live on in heaven.