Day 6: 'Merdrigal' by Léon-Paul Fargue

I am translating poems by Léon-Paul Fargue for a Masters assignment. He wrote a lot of beautifully musical, atmospheric prose poems which - after several weeks spent deeply absorbed in them - I now want to scribble all over, put in my blender and then feed to the local rodents. (I'm sure this is only a passing phase.) Luckily, Fargue also wrote things like this:

Merdrigal
 
Dans mon coeur en ta présence

Fleurissent des harengs saurs.

Ma santé, c’est ton absence,

Et quand tu parais, je sors.

I have kept the title, since a) I think it can be understood by English readers, and b) I couldn't better it! I don't think the merdrigal has become an established form, but perhaps it should...

Merdrigal

Within my heart, when you are here,

Pickled herrings bloom.

My health is your absence; when you appear

I swiftly leave the room.