O Seasons, O Chateaux

1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)
O seasons, O chateaux,
Where is the flawless soul?

O seasons, O chateaux,
The magic study I pursued,
Of happiness, none can elude.


O may it live, each time


The Gallic cock makes rhyme.
Nothing else I desire,
It’s possessed my life entire.


That charm! It’s taken heart and soul


Scattered all my effort so.
Where’s the sense in what I say?
It makes the whole thing fly away!


O seasons, O chateaux!
O Seasons, O Chateaux

2. (From: Une Saison en Enfer)
O seasons, O chateaux!
Where is the flawless soul?
The magic study I pursued,


Of happiness, none can elude.


A health to it, each time
The Gallic cock makes rhyme.
Ah! There’s nothing I desire,


It’s possessed my life entire.


That charm has taken heart and soul
Scattered all my efforts so.
O seasons, O chateaux!
The hour of its flight, alas!


Will be the hour I pass.
O seasons, O chateaux!