It Pitter-Patters Down My Heart: Translation of Paul Verlaine's Il Pleure Dans Mon Coeur

It Pitter-Patters Down My Heart (Another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Il pleure dans mon cœur » by T. Wignesan) It pitter-patters down my heart Just as it does over the town. What’s this languorous thought Which creeps into my heart ? Oh ! the gentle tred of the rain On the ground and on roof-tops ! For a heart which is in chagrin Oh ! the music that is rain ! It rains without rhyme or cause In this heart which constricts. What ! No treacherous force ? Plunges me in mourning’s remorse. Well, the worst possible sentence Is to leave me with not even a clue, Bereft of love and hate - whence My heart founders under sentence. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013