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English Translation for “Demain dès l’aube”

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English Translation for “Demain dès l’aube”

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Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will set out.  You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I can no longer remain far from you.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noise
Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,
Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as the night.

I will not look at the gold of evening which falls,
Nor the distant sails going down towards Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and of flowering heather.

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French Ver.                     “Demain dès l’aube”

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French Ver.                     “Demain dès l’aube”

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This poem was the meaning of death. The author, Victor Marie Hugo, got the idea to make this poem when he was walking to his daughter's grave.

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This may not seem like a poem, but it is about how to talk to someone without...being conspicuous?

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Life is simple, just dance with it and just relax.

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Sometimes life is just a simple task. Just go with the flow of life.

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There is only main reason why I relate can relate to this. Life is a straight shot