Annales gratuites Bac L : Reaching his hero - traduction

Translate into French from line 33 (Look, Salim...) to line 42 (... own way).

Salim comes running through the door and collapses face down on the bed.
          I am alarmed. "Salim! ... Salim!" I shout. "What's happened to you? How come you are
    back so early?" I turn him on his back. He is laughing.
          "The most amazing thing has happened today. This is the happiest day of my life," he
5   declares.
          "What is it? Have you won the lottery?"
          "No. Something even better than winning the lottery. I have seen Armaan Ali."
          Bit by breathless bit, the whole story comes out. How Salim caught a glimpse of Armaan Ali
    while doing his daily round in Ghatkopar. The star was alighting from his Mercedes-Benz to enter a
10  five-star hotel. Salim was travelling on a bus to deliver his last tiffin⁽¹⁾ box to a customer. The
    moment he spotted Armaan, he jumped down from the speeding vehicle, narrowly missing being
    run down by a car, and ran toward the actor, who was passing through the hotel's revolving door.
    He was stopped by the tall, strapping uniformed guard and prevented from entering the hotel.
    "Armaan!" Salim called, trying desperately to catch the star's attention. Armaan heard the cry,
15  stopped in his tracks, and turned around. His eyes made contact with Salim's. He gave a faint
    smile, a barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement, and continued walking into the lobby. Salim
    forgot all about the tiffin and came racing home to give me the news of his dream having come
    true. A customer of Gawii Tiffin Carriers went hungry that afternoon.
          "Does Armaan look different from the way he appears onscreen?" I ask.
20       "No, He is even better in real life," says Salim. "He is taller and more handsome. My
    ambition in life is to shake his hand, at least once. I probably won't wash it for a month after that."
           I reflect on how good it is to have simple, uncomplicated ambitions. Like shaking a film
     star's hand. [...]
           "Your ambition is to shake Armaan's hand," I say to Salim. "But what do you think is
25  Armaan's ambition in life? He seems to have it all - face, fame, and fortune."
          "You are wrong," Salim replies solemnly. "He does not have Urvashi."
          The papers are full of the Armaan-Urvashi breakup, after a whirlwind romance lasting nine
    months. There is speculation that Armaan is completely heartbroken. That he has stopped eating
    and drinking. That he might be suicidal. Urvashi Randhawa has returned to her modelling career.
30         I see Salim crying. His eyes are red and wet with tears. He has not eaten all day. The heart-
    shaped glass frame containing a picture of Armaan and Urvashi, on which he had spent almost
    half his meager salary, lies on the ground, shattered into a hundred pieces.
            "Look, Salim, you are being childish. There is nothing you can do about it," I tell him.
            "If only I could meet Armaan. I want to comfort him. To hold his hand and let him cry on my
35  shoulder. They say crying makes the heart lighter."
          "And what good will that do? Urvashi will not come back to Armaan."
          "Suddenly Salim looks up. "Do you think I could speak to her? Maybe I could persuade her
    to come back to Armaan. Tell her that it was all a mistake. Tell her how sad and contrite he is."
          I shake my head. I don't want Salim trampling all over Mumbai⁽²⁾ looking for Urvashi
40  Randhawa. "It's not a good idea to poke your nose into other people's affairs, or make other
    people's troubles your own, Salim. Armaan Ali is a mature man. He will deal with his
    troubles in his own way."
          "At least I will send him a gift," says Salim.
          He goes and buys a large bottle of Fevicol glue and sets about sticking the shattered pieces
45  of the heart-shaped frame back together again. It takes him a week, but finally the heart is whole, a
    grid of crisscrossing black streaks the only reminder of the fault lines on which it broke.
          "I will now send it to Armaan," he says. "It is a symbol that even a broken heart can be put
    together again."
          "With Fevicol?" I ask.
50       "No. With love and care."
          Salim wraps it up in cloth and sends it to Armaan Ali's home address.
          I don't know whether it reached Armaan or not. Whether it was broken by the postal
    department, smashed by the security guards, or trashed by Armaan's secretary. The important
    thing is that Salim believes it reached his hero and helped to heal his wound.

Vikas Swarup, Q & A, 2006

⁽¹⁾ tiffin: lunch
⁽²⁾ Mumbai: the other name for Bombay

Translate into French from line 33 (Look, Salim...) to line 42 (...own way.)

- "Allez Salim, arrête tes gamineries. Tu ne peux rien y faire", lui dis-je.
- "Si seulement je pouvais rencontrer Armaan. Je veux le consoler. Lui tenir la main et le laisser pleurer sur mon épaule. Il paraît que ça soulage de pleurer."
- "Qu'est-ce que ça va lui apporter ? Urvashi ne reviendra pas."
Brusquement Salim lève les yeux.
- "Est-ce que tu crois que je pourrais lui parler ? Peut-être que je pourrais la convaincre de retourner auprès d'Armaan. Lui dire que tout ça n'était qu'une erreur. Lui dire combien il est triste et désolé."
Je fais non de la tête. Je ne veux pas voir Salim errer dans tout Bombay à la recherche d'Urvashi Randhawa.
- "Ce n'est pas une bonne idée de fourrer ton nez dans les affaires des autres ou de vouloir régler les problèmes des autres, Salim. Armaan Ali est un homme responsable. Il s'occupera de ses problèmes comme il l'entend."