De ce ciel bizarre et livide, br Tourmenté comme ton destin, br Quels pensers dans ton âme vide br Descendent? réponds, libertin. br br — Insatiablement avide br De l'obscur et de l'incertain, br Je ne geindrai pas comme Ovide br Chassé du paradis latin. br br Cieux déchirés comme des grèves br En vous se mire mon orgueil; br Vos vastes nuages en deuil br br Sont les corbillards de mes rêves, br Et vos lueurs sont le reflet br De l'Enfer où mon coeur se plaît. br br Reflected Horror br br From that sky, bizarre and livid, br Distorted as your destiny, br What thoughts into your empty soul br Descend? Answer me, libertine. br br — Insatiably avid br For the dark and the uncertain, br I shall not whimper like Ovid br Chased from his Latin paradise. br br Skies torn like the shores of the sea, br You are the mirror of my pride; br Your vast clouds in mourning br br Are the black hearses of my dreams, br And your gleams are the reflection br Of the Hell which delights my heart. br br br — Translated by William Aggeler br br Sympathetic Horror br br From livid skies that, without end, br As stormy as your future roll, br What thoughts into your empty soul br (Answer me, libertine!) descend? br br — Insatiable yet for all br That turns on darkness, doom, or dice, br I'll not, like Ovid, mourn my fall, br Chased from the Latin paradise. br br Skies, torn like seacoasts by the storm! br In you I see my pride take form, br And the huge clouds that rush in streams br br Are the black hearses of my dreams, br And your red rays reflect the hell, br In which my heart is pleased to dwell.