The pathways of love The paths that lead to the sea Have kept, of our passing-by, Flowers with fallen petals And the echo, beneath their trees, Of both our bright laughters. Alas! of the days of happiness, Radiant joys now flown, I wander without finding their trace again In my heart. Paths of my love, I still seek you, Lost paths, you are no more And your echos are hollow. Paths of despair, Paths of memory, Paths of the first day, Divine paths of love. If one day I have to forget him, Life effacing everything, I wish, in my heart, that one memory should remain, Stronger than the other love. The memory of the path, Where trembling and utterly bewildered One day, upon me, I felt Your hands burning.