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Posthumous Remorse
Lorsque tu dormiras, ma belle ténébreuse,
Au fond d’un monument construit en marbre noir,
Et lorsque tu n’auras pour alcôve et manoir
Qu’un caveau pluvieux et qu’une fosse creuse ;
Ah, when thou shalt slumber, my darkling love,
Beneath a black marble-made statuette,
And when thou'lt have nought for thy house or alcove,
But a cavernous den and a damp oubliette.
Beneath a black marble-made statuette,
And when thou'lt have nought for thy house or alcove,
But a cavernous den and a damp oubliette.
Quand la pierre, opprimant ta poitrine peureuse
Et tes flancs qu’assouplit un charmant nonchaloir,
Empêchera ton cœur de battre et de vouloir,
Et tes pieds de courir leur course aventureuse,
When the tomb-stone, oppressing thy timorous breast,
And thy hips drooping sweetly with listless decay,
The pulse and desires of mine heart shall arrest,
And thy feet from pursuing their adventurous way,
And thy hips drooping sweetly with listless decay,
The pulse and desires of mine heart shall arrest,
And thy feet from pursuing their adventurous way,
Le tombeau, confident de mon rêve infini
(Car le tombeau toujours comprendra le poëte),
Durant ces grandes nuits d’où le somme est banni,
Then the grave, that dark friend of my limitless dreams
(For the grave ever readeth the poet aright),
Amid those long nights, which no slumber redeems
(For the grave ever readeth the poet aright),
Amid those long nights, which no slumber redeems
Te dira : « Que vous sert, courtisane imparfaite,
De n’avoir pas connu ce que pleurent les morts ? »
— Et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords.
'Twill query--"What use to thee, incomplete spright
That thou ne'er hast unfathomed the tears of the dead"?--
Then the worms will gnaw deep at thy body, like Dread.
That thou ne'er hast unfathomed the tears of the dead"?--
Then the worms will gnaw deep at thy body, like Dread.