Mildred Pierce: Veda's first performance 

Ou va la jeune Indoue,
Filles des Parias,
Quand la lune se joue,
Dans le grand mimosas?
Elle court sur la mousse
Et ne se souvient pas
Que partout on repousse
L'enfant des parias;
Le long des lauriers roses,
Revant de douce choses, Ah!
Elle passe sans bruit
Et riant a la nuit.
Labas dans la foret plus sombre,
Quel est ce voyageur perdu?
Autour de lui
Des yeux brillent dans l'ombre,
Il marche encore au hasard, e perdu!
Les fauves rugissent de joie,
Ils vont se jeter sur leur proie,
Le jeune fille accourt
Et brave leur fureurs:
Elle a dans sa main la baguette
ou tinte la clochette des charmeurs!
enchanter!
L'etranger la regarde,
Elle reste eblouie.
Il est plus beau que les Rajahs!
Il rougira, s'il sait qu'il doit
La vie a la fille des Parias.
Mais lui, l'endormant dans un reve,
Jusque dans le ciel il l'enleve,
En lui disant: 'ta place et la!'
C'etait Vishnu, fils de Brahma!
Depuis ce jour au fond de bois,
Le voyageur entend parfois
Le bruit leger de la baguette
Ou tinte la clochette des charmeurs!
Where goes the young Indian girl,
daughter of the pariahs,
When the moon it plays,
On the tall mimosa trees?
She runs over the moss
And she doesn't remember
That everywhere is shunned
The child of the pariahs;
Past the pink laurels,
Dreaming of sweet things, Ah!
She passes without noise
And smiles(laughs) at the night.
Over there in the forest more dark,
Who is the traveller, lost?
All around him
The eyes shine in the shadows,
He wanders on bewildered and lost!
The wild beasts roar with pleasure,
They go to pounce(jump) on their prey,
The young girl runs up
And braves their fury:
She has in her hand the wand
Where tinkle the bells of the enchanter!
The stranger looks at her,
She stands dazzled.
He is more beautiful than all the Rahjas!
He will blush, if he realizes(knows) that he owes
His life to the daughter of pariahs.
But he, lulling her to sleep in a dream,
He transports her to heaven,
And telling her: 'your place is there!'
It was Vishnu, son of Brahma!
Since that day in the depths of the forest,
The traveller may sometimes hear
The faint sound of the wand
Where tinkle the bells of the enchanter!
Translated by Elise Curran
(found on www.aria-database.com)