Tomorrow morn, at dawn, when sun whitens the plains,
I shall depart. You see, I know that you await.
I’ll go through wooded lands, I’ll go through mountain chains.
No more can I remain here if we are separate.
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Congratulations Natalia, This is a better translation. You did justice to Victor Marie Hugo, the greatest French poet. Demain, des l'Aube was his best poem, his signature poem. Good job!