RAVISHING ( Translated into French )

RAVISHING  ( Translated into French )

Dear friends

This is the third poem which has been translated into French by none other than  Honourable Athanase Vantchev de Thracy, World President of Poetas del Mundo , undoubtedly one of the greatest poets of contemporary French.

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RAVISHING

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Smile and radiance on your face

mark my presence

and

when you blush

power of love seizes me thence.

 Peacock eyes

painted lampblack with care

playing hide & seek with your lustrous hair

thundering clouds are absent in the skies

yet lightening darts from your captivating eyes.

 Sensuously

lowering of the eyelids

invite impenetrable darkness

you throw back your hair skilfully

daylight breaks unexpectedly.

Watching  heavy heaving of your bust

with pride,

wind exults on your fate

even the flamingo gets the complex

enjoying your enchanting gait.

 Lips, make me feel like rose petals

hands  like the lotus stalks

astonished are Urvershi and Meneka

checkmated ,

away they walk.

 Worship of some divine sculptor

HE

only could have created you

whom should I proffer the flowers?

To Him or to ravishing you.

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TOI, MA RAVISSANTE

Un sourire et un éclat sur ton visage

Me jettent en profonde émotion

Et,

Lorsque tu rougis,

L’amour m’étreint alors de toute sa puissance.

Yeux de paon

Peints avec grand soin de noir de fumée

Jouant à cache-cache avec tes cheveux brillants !

Il n’y a pas le moindre nuage qui tonne dans les cieux,

Rien que des fléchettes décochées par tes yeux captivants.

Le sensuel

Abaissement de tes paupières

Invite les ténèbres impénétrables.

Tu rejettes savamment ta chevelure

Et la lumière du jour se brise de façon inattendue.

Regardant le lourd soulèvement de ta poitrine

Avec fierté,

Le vent exalte ton destin,

Même le flamant est pris de complexe

Quand il observe ta démarche enchanteresse.

Tes lèvres me font penser à des pétales de rose,

Tes bras sont des tiges de lotus,

Tout abasourdies, Urvershi et Meneka,

Mises échec et mat,

S’éloignent de ta présence. 

Culte d’un sculpteur divin,

Seul capable de te créer !

À qui dois-je offrir des fleurs,

À lui ou à toi, ma ravissante ? 

Translated into French by Athanase Vantchev de Thracy

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Vantchev Athanase de Thracy is undoubtedly one of the greatest poets of contemporary French. Born on January 3, 1940, in Haskovo, Bulgaria, the extraordinary polyglot culture studied for seventeen years in some of the most popular universities in Europe, where he gained deep knowledge of world literature and poetry.

Athanase Vantchev de Thracy is the author of 32 collections of poetry (written in classic range and free), where he uses the whole spectrum of prosody: epic, chamber, sonnet, bukoliket, idyll, pastoral, ballads, elegies, rondon, satire, agement, epigramin, etc. epitaph. He has also published a number of monographs and doctoral thesis, The symbolism of light in the poetry of Paul Verlaine's. In Bulgarian, he wrote a study of epicurean Petroni writer, surnamed elegantiaru Petronius Arbiter, the favorite of Emperor Nero, author of the classic novel Satirikoni, and a study in Russian titled Poetics and metaphysics in the work of Dostoyevsky.

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