Charles Baudelaire-Les litanies of satan-
Sunday, April 23, 2006
The litanies of satan
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
O thou , the wisest and most beautiful of angels,
God betrayed by fate and private praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of exile, who has been wronged,
And who, defeated, you always recover more strongly,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know everything, great king of things underground 
familiar healer of human anguish,
familiar healer of human anguish, O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou, even the lepers, the outcasts cursed
Signs by love the taste of paradise.
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O thou of death, your mistress old and strong,
generating hope, - a charming crazy!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw that look calm and high
Who damns an entire nation around a scaffold,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what corner of the land
envious jealous God has hidden gems,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose clear eye knows the deep arsenals
Where sleeps the people buried metals,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou whose great hand conceals the precipice
the sleepwalker wandering at the edge of buildings,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou, magically loosened the old bones
From belated drunkard trampled by horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Thou, to console the frail man who suffers
We learned to mix the sulfur and saltpeter,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who hauls your mark, O subtle accomplice,
On the front of Croesus ruthless and vile,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put in the eye and heart girls
The cult of the wound and the love of rags,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Baton exiles, light of the inventors,
Confessor and the hanged conspirators
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Adoptive father of those in black rage
expelled from the earthly paradise God the Father,
Satan, have pity on my long misery! Please
Glory and praise to you, Satan, on high
From Heaven, where you reigned, and in the depths
From Hell, which was defeated, you dream in silence!
Make my soul one day, under the Tree of Knowledge,
near to you is, at the time on your forehead
Comme un nouveau ses Rameaux s'épandront Temple! Baudelaire
litanies of Satan
Oh you, the most beautiful Angel and also the wisest
private God luck and fast praise,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
Prince of exile, who was hurt,
And, vanquished, even more strongly you rise,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You all know, oh great king underground Family
healer man's anguish,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery! You
that even the lepers and pariahs lower samples
Just love the taste of Eden, Satan
Oh, have mercy on my long misery!
thou, that of Death, your mistress old and strong, begets
Hope - this adorable crazy!
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw the proud glance Which
scaffold around the condemnation of a whole people
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery! You know
dens in distant lands where
The Jealous God keeps all his jewels,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You, whose bright eyes, know what stocks
shrouds the sleeping village of metals,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You, whose hand conceals the abyss long
The sleepwalker wandering about the buildings,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery! You
that magically soften the bones
The drunk fell at the foot of the horses,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You who comfort the weak and suffering being
A mixing sulfur with saltpeter teach us,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
You
you print your brand, subtle accomplice oh!
In the face of vile and merciless Croesus
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery! You
, in the heart of the whores turn on
The cult of wounds and the love of rags
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
Staff of exiles, light of inventors,
Confessions of conspirators hanged and,
Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!
adoptive parents who, in his anger, threw the earthly paradise
God one day,
Oh Satan, have mercy on me long misery!
Prayer Glory to Thee, Satan, on high
of Heaven, where he once reigned and
depths of Hell, where, up, dream in silence!
Let my soul one day, under the Tree of Knowledge,
You sit around at the time of your forehead like a new Temple
its branches will spread!
Libellé: Charles Baudelaire
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