An English translation by W.S. Merwin
The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau Bridge the
Seine
Flows and our love
Must I be reminded again
How
joy came always after
pain
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
Hands within hands we stand face to face
While underneath
The bridge of our arms passes
The loose wave of our
gazing which is
endless
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
Love slips away like this water flowing
Love slips away
How slow life is in its going
And
hope is so
violent a thing
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain
The days pass the weeks pass and are gone
Neither time that is gone
Nor love ever returns again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Night comes the hour is rung
The days go I remain