Do you come from heaven or you go out of the abyss,
O Beauty! your gaze, infernal and divine,
Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime,
And can you compare it to the wine.
You contain in your eyes the sunset and sunrise;
You scatter perfumes like a stormy night;
Your kisses are a potion and your mouth an amphora
Which make the hero a coward and brave child.
Sors-tu du black abyss or descend from the stars?
Destiny, bewitched, follows your skirts like a dog;
you sow at random joy and disasters,
And you govern all and answer for nothing.
You walk on the dead, Beauty, you laugh;
Of your jewels, Horror is not the least charming,
And Murder, among your dearest trinkets,
upon your proud belly dancing lovingly.
The dazzled moth flies toward you, candle,
crackles, flames and says: Let us bless this torch!
The panting lover bending over his beautiful
A look like a dying man caressing his tomb.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, whatever,
O Beauty! monster huge, frightening, naive!
If your eyes, your smile, your foot, open for me
On Infinite I love and have never known?
From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren,
Whatever, if you make, - fay with the velvet eyes,
Rhythm, perfume, light, my only queen! -
universe less hideous and lighter moments?
Ode to Beauty
Come to the deep sky, or `Get out of the abyss,
Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal
dispenses bulk relief and Crime,
and in this they can compared to wine.
Enclose in your eye 'of sunset and sunrise;
perfumes the air as `stormy night;
your kisses are a filter and your mouth an amphora`
that are vile and the child `s hero brave.
Exit from the black abyss or descend from the stars?
The fate ensnared follows your gonna
like a dog, sow joy at random and disasters,
governments and everything and nothing answer.
Walk on the corpses, or beauty, laughter,
l `Horror of your jewelry is no less attractive,
el `Murder, among your dearest trinkets
on your belly dance lovingly proud.
Toward you, candle, moth dazzled
crackles and burns, saying: Blessed is the flame!
L `panting lover bent on` beloved
seems a dying man caressing the grave.
you come from heaven or from hell ', who cares,
Beauty, monster huge, frightening, naive!
if your eyes, the smile, the foot `m open the door
an infinite love and that I have ever known?
from Satan to God, who cares? Angel or Siren,
if you make us a fairy-eyed velvet
rhythm, smell, light, my only queen!
the universe less heinous, less heavy the minute?
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