قصيدة
بالانجليزي عن الحياة
قصيدة
بالانجليزي عن الحياة
poem
life
Eternity
of man, illusion! chimera!
Lie of
love and human pride!
He had
no yesterday, this ephemeral ghost,
He
needs a tomorrow!
For
this flash of life and for this spark
Who
burns for a minute in your astonished hearts,
You
suddenly forget the maternal muck
And
your bounded destinies.
You
would escape, O daring dreamers
Only to
the fatal Power that destroys by creating?
Quit
such hope; all the limons are brothers
In
front of the nothingness.
You say
to the Night passing in his sails:
"I
love, and I hope to see your torches go out. "
The
Night does not answer anything, but tomorrow its stars
Luiront
on your tombs.
You
believe that the love whose fiery fire is pressing you
Reserved
for you his flame and his rays;
The
flower that you break sighs with drunkenness:
"We
love ourselves too! "
Happy,
you yearn for the great invisible soul
Who
fills all, the woods, the fields of his ardours;
Nature
smiles, but she is insensitive:
What do
your happiness do to him?
She has
only one desire, the immortal stepmother,
It is
to give birth always, without end, without truce, still.
Greedy
mother, she took eternity for her,
And you
let death.
All his
foresight is for what will be born;
The
rest is confounded in a supreme oblivion.
You,
you liked, you can disappear:
His
wish was fulfilled.
When a
breath of love crosses your breasts,
On
waves of happiness holding you suspended,
At the
feet of Beauty when divine hands
You
throw him mad;
When,
pressing on that heart that will soon go out
Another
suffering object, vain form here below,
It
seems to you, mortals, that you will hug
Infinity
in your arms;
These
sacred delusions, these unmeasured desires
Unleashed
in your flanks like fiery swarms,
These
transports, it is already the future Humanity
Who is
agitated in your breasts.
It will
dissolve, this light clay
What
moved the joy and the pain for a moment;
The
winds will disperse this noble dust
Who was
once a heart.
But
other hearts will be born that will renew the frame
From
your broken hopes, from your lost loves,
Perpetuating
your tears, your dreams, your flame,
In the
distant ages.
All
beings, forming an eternal chain,
Run the
torch of love running.
Everyone
quickly takes the immortal torch
And
returns it in turn.
Blinded
by the glare of his wandering light,
You
swear, on the night the spell plunged you,
To hold
it always: to your dying hand
She's
already escaping.
At
least you will have seen a sublime flash of light;
He will
have furrowed your life for a moment;
By
falling you will be able to take in the abyss
Your
glare.
And
when he would reign deep in the peaceful sky
A
pitiless being who contemplated suffering,
If his
eternal eye considers, impassive,
To be
born and to die,
On the
edge of the tomb, and under this very look,
May a
movement of love be your farewell!
Yes,
show how great man is when he loves,
And
forgive God!
