Analysis of Le pont Mirabeau (translated by Charles Bernstein)

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
                And our love
         Comes back to memory again
Where always joy came after pain

Comes night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown

Hand in hand, face to face
               While underneath
        The bridge of our embrace
Eternal gazes, weary waves

Comes night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown

Love goes away like the water flows
               Love goes away
        Like life is slow
And like Hopefulness is violent

Comes night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown

Pass the days, pass the nights
               Neither time past
         Nor love comes back
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound
Days go round in which to drown