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Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one, And in your garments that exhale your perfume I want to sleep! sleep rather than live! To swallow my abated sobs My destiny, henceforth my pleasure, I shall suck, to drown my rancour, -
Translated by Doreen Bell |
When, by a decree of the sovereign power, "Why was I not made to litter a brood of vipers Since I must be chosen among all women that are On what you have devised for my punishment With the wild bird-song of his innocent gaiety. And studiously avoid wherever he may step. - Let him do whatever he likes with the rest!" The strong in spirit for ecstasies most holy. He too is summoned to Heaven's festival. Must be wound into the mystic crown for my brows. Glitter, to his diadem that shines without jewels. - translation by David Paul |
Have pity, You alone whom I adore Six months a cold sun hovers overhead; Now in the whole world there's no horror quite I envy the least animals that run, - Translation by Desmond Harmsworth |
You forests, like cathedrals, are my dread: My spirit hates you, Ocean ! sees, and loathes How you would please me, Night ! without your stars Yet even your darkest shade a canvas forms - translated by Roy Campbell |
On music drawn away, a sea-borne mariner, Breastbone my steady bow and lungs full, running free All passions and all joys that vessels undergo On the enormous sea - translated by Robert Fitzgerald |
The sun in crepe has muffled up his fire. I love you thus! However, if you like, Light up your eyes from chandeliers of glass! Be what you will, black night or crimson dawn; - translated by Roy Campbell |
Poor Muse, alas, what ails thee, then, today? Have the green lemur and goblin red, In rhythmic sounds the antique numbers gave, - translated by F.P. Sturm |