Bonjour pouvez vous me traduire ce texte en français SVP c'est urgent merci d'avance de tout aide


If you shut your eyes and are a lucky

one, you may see at times a shapeless

pool of lovely pale colours suspended

in the darkness; then if you

squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool

begins to take shape, and the colours

become so vivid that with another

squeeze they must go on fire. But just

before they go on fire you see the

lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get

to it on the mainland, just one

heavenly moment; if there could be two

moments you might see the surf and hear

the mermaids singing.

The children often spent long summer

days on this lagoon, swimming or

floating most of the time, playing the

mermaid games in the water, and

so forth. You must not think from this

that the mermaids were on friendly

terms with them: on the contrary, it

was among Wendy’s lasting regrets

that all the time she was on the island

she never had a civil word from

one of them. When she stole softly to

the edge of the lagoon she might

see them by the score, especially on

Marooners’ Rock, where they loved

to bask, combing out their hair in a

lazy way that quite irritated her; or

she might even swim, on tiptoe as it

were, to within a yard of them, but

then they saw her and dived, probably

splashing her with their tails, not

by accident, but intentionally. They

treated all the boys in the same way,

except of course Peter, who chatted

with them on Marooners’ Rock by the

hour, and sat on their tails when they

got cheeky.

It must also have been rather pretty to

see the children resting on a rock

for half an hour after their mid-day

meal. Wendy insisted on their doing

this, and it had to be a real rest even

though the meal was make-believe.

So they lay there in the sun, and their

bodies glistened in it, while she sat

beside them and looked important.

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It was one such day, and they were all

on Marooners’ Rock. The rock was

not much larger than their great bed,

but of course they all knew how not

to take up much room, and they were

dozing, or at least lying with their

eyes shut, and pinching occasionally

when they thought Wendy was not

looking. She was very busy, stitching.

While she stitched a change came to the

lagoon. Little shivers ran over

it, and the sun went away and shadows

stole across the water, turning it

cold. Wendy could no longer see to

thread her needle, and when she looked

up, the lagoon that had always hitherto

been such a laughing place

seemed formidable and unfriendly.

It was not, she knew, that night had

come, but something as dark as

night had come. No, worse than that. It

had not come, but it had sent that

shiver through the sea to say that it

was coming. What was it?

There crowded upon her all the stories

she had been told of Marooners’

Rock, so called because evil captains

put sailors on it and leave them

there to drown. They drown when the

tide rises, for then it is submerged.

Of course she should have roused the

children at once; not merely

because of the unknown that was

stalking toward them, but because it

was no longer good for them to sleep on

a rock grown chilly. But she was

a young mother and she did not know

this; she thought you simply must

stick to your rule about half an hour

after the mid-day meal. So, though

fear was upon her, and she longed to

hear male voices, she would not

waken them. Even when she heard the

sound of muffled oars, though her

heart was in her mouth, she did not

waken them. She stood over them to

let them have their sleep out. Was it

not brave of Wendy?

It was well for those boys then that

there was one among them who could

sniff danger even in his sleep. Peter

sprang erect, as wide awake at once

as a dog, and with one warning cry he

roused the others.

He stood motionless, one hand to his


«Pirates!» he cried. The others came

closer to him. A strange smile was

playing about his face, and Wendy saw

it and shuddered. While that

smile was on his face no one dared

address him; all they could do was to

stand ready to obey. The order came

sharp and incisive.


j' ai essayé mais j'ai tout effacé; je trouvais ça "bof"; c'est pour quand et est-ce que l'on peut changer la conjugaison, se l'approprier; je comprends le texte mais je n'arrive pas à le traduire en respectant les temps etc...ça fait moche, pas poétique....
non c'est un texte que je doit faire pour un devoir
de «The Mermaids’ Lagoon», Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, 1911.
mais comme j'ai du mal a le comprendre ,je le traduit pour répondre aux question en anglais
que veux tu dire sur (Wendy a insisté sur leurs tthis faisants)


Si vous fermez vos yeux et êtes chanceux, vous pouvez voir parfois une piscine difforme de belles couleurs pâles suspendues dans l'obscurité ; alors si vous serrez vos yeux plus serrés, la piscine commence à se dessiner, et les couleurs deviennent si vives qu'à une autrecompression elles doivent être assorties sur le feu. Mais juste avant qu'elles aillent sur le feu vous voyez la lagune. C'est le plus proche que vous lui obtenez jamais sur le continent, juste un moment merveilleux ; s'il pourrait y avoir deux moments vous pourriez voir le ressac et entendre le chant de sirènes. Les enfants ont souvent passé de longues journées d'été sur cette lagune, nageant ou flottant le plus souvent, jouant les jeux de sirène dans l'eau, et ainsi de suite. Vous ne devez pas penser de ceci que les sirènes étaient en bons termes avec eux : au contraire, c'était parmi les regrets durables de Wendy que tout le temps elle était

sur l'île qu'elle n'a jamais eu un mot civil de l'un d'entre eux. Quand elle a volé doucement au bord de la lagune qu'elle pourrait les voir par le score, particulièrement sur la roche de Marooners, où ils ont aimé se dorer, se peignant les cheveux d'une manière dont paresseuse l'a irritée tout à fait ; ou elle pourrait même nager, sur la pointe des pieds comme si elle étaient, à dans une cour de eux, mais d'autre part ils l'ont vue et ont plongé, l'éclaboussant probablement de leurs queues, pas accidentellement, mais intentionnellement. Elles ont traité tous les garçons de la même manière, excepté naturellement Peter, qui a causé avec eux sur la roche de Marooners à l'heure, et se sont reposées sur leurs queues quand elles sont devenues effrontées. Elle doit également avoir été plutôt jolie pour voir les enfants se reposer sur une roche pour une
demi-heure après leur repas de midi. Wendy a insisté sur leurs tthis faisants, et ç’a dû être un vrai repos quoique le repas ait été imaginaire. Ainsi ils s'étendent là au soleil, et leurs corps ont scintillé dans lui, alors qu'elle s'asseyait près de eux et semblait importante.