Here are the lyrics together with a translation:

Je suis le Tenebreux, -le Veuf-, l'inconsole,
Le prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie:
Ma seule etoile est morte, -et mon luth constelle
Porte le Soleil noir de la Melancolie.

Dans la nuit du Tombeau, Toi qui m'a console,
Rends moi le Pausilippe at la mer d'Italie,
La fleur qui plaisait tant a mon coeur desole,
Et la treille ou le Pampre a la Rose s'allie.

Suis je Amour ou Phoebus?... Lusignan ou Biron?
Mon front est rouge encor du baiser de la Reine;
J'ai reve dans la Grotte ou nage la Syrene...

Et j'ai deux fois vainqueur traverse l'Acheron:
Modulant tour a tour sur la lyre d'Orphee
Les soupirs de la Sainte et les cris de la Fee.


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Translation:

I am the Dark One, the Widower, the unconsoled,
The prince of Aquitaine whose Tower is abolished:
My sole Star is dead, and my constellated Luth
Bear the Black sun of Melancoly.

In the night of the Vault, You who comforted me,
Surrender me the Pausilippe and the sea of Italy,
The flower which pleased my bleeding heart to much,
And the trellised vine where the Vine Branch allies the Rose.

Am I Love or Phoebus?...Lusignan or Biron?
My forehead is still red from the Queen's kiss;
I have dreamt in the Cave where the Syrene swims...

And I have two times vanquished and been through Archeron:
Modulating in turn on Orpheus's lyre
The whispers from the Saint and the screams from the Fay.

Words: Gerard de Nerval
Music: Donald Swann


From the album 'At The Drop of a Hat'.