Images:Collages with pictures from the Net Music:“Le temps du muguet” Mireille Mathieu Paul Mauriat Adriana
Lily-of-the-valleyOther names include May lily, May bells, lily constancy, ladder-to-heaven, malelily, and muguet (French). Its scientific name, majalis or maialis, means "of orbelonging to May", and old astrological books place the plant under the dominionof Mercury, since Maia, the daughter of Atlas, was the mother of Mercury orHermes.In the "language of flowers", the lily of the valley signifies the return of happiness.Legend tells of the affection of a lily of the valley for a nightingale that did not comeback to the woods until the flower bloomed in May.
Christian LegendThe flower is also known as Our Ladys tears or Marys tears from Christian legends that itsprang from the weeping of the Virgin Mary during the crucifixion of Jesus. Other etiologiesits coming into being from Eves tears after she was driven with Adam from the Garden ofEden or from the blood shed by Saint Leonard of Noblac during his battles with a dragon.The name "lily of the valley" is also used in some English translations of the Bible in Song ofSongs 2:1, although whether or not the Hebrew word "shoshana" (usually denoting a rose)originally used there refers to this species is uncertain.It is a symbol of humility in religious painting. Lily of the valley is considered the sign ofChrists second coming. The power of men to envision a better world was also attributed tothe lily of the valley.Germanic MythologyIn Germanic mythology lilies are associated with the virgin goddess of spring Ostara. The lilysymbolizes life to Pagans and the blooming of lily of the valley flower heralds the feast ofOstara. The sweet fragrance and whiteness of the flowers symbolize the humility and purityof its patron goddess. Source “Wikipedia”
Il est revenu, le temps du muguetComme un vieil ami retrouvéIl est revenu flâner le long des quaisJusquau banc où je tattendaisEt jai vu refleurirLéclat de son sourireAujourdhui plus beau que jamaisLe temps du muguet ne dure jamaisPlus longtemps que le mois de maiQuand tous ses bouquets déjà seront fanésPour nous deux rien naura changéAussi belle quavantNotre chanson damourChantera comme au premier jourIl sen est allé, le temps du muguetComme un vieil ami fatiguéPour toute une année, pour se faire oublierEn partant il nous a laisséUn peu de son printempsUn peu de ses vingt ansPour saimer, pour saimer longtemps.