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My child, my lover, Come away to discover Continents far and new! To love and to sigh, To dream and to die In a land as exotic as you! Humid suns wink Behind cloudy skies So alluring and charming So strangely alarming With crocodile lids blink Like the tears in your eyes. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure. Wood panels beaming Polished and gleaming Would decorate our room; The rarest of flowers In the height of their bloom We’d while away the hours Inhaling amber in our lungs, Walls with deep mirrors hung Our souls would feast, On the wonders of the East Whispering a sweet native tongue. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure. The aqueducts have, nestled, In a drowsy slumber With vagabond vessels Lined unencumbered Their sails unfurled They come from the ends of the world. - The twilight sky clouded Leaving pastures shrouded, The canals, the entire town, Glows amber and blue; The night falls down In a soft, warm hue. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Translation: L'Invitation au voyage (Baudelaire)
My child, my lover, Come away to discover Continents far and new! To love and to sigh, To dream and to die In a land as exotic as you! Humid suns wink Behind cloudy skies So alluring and charming So strangely alarming With crocodile lids blink Like the tears in your eyes. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure. Wood panels beaming Polished and gleaming Would decorate our room; The rarest of flowers In the height of their bloom We’d while away the hours Inhaling amber in our lungs, Walls with deep mirrors hung Our souls would feast, On the wonders of the East Whispering a sweet native tongue. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure. The aqueducts have, nestled, In a drowsy slumber With vagabond vessels Lined unencumbered Their sails unfurled They come from the ends of the world. - The twilight sky clouded Leaving pastures shrouded, The canals, the entire town, Glows amber and blue; The night falls down In a soft, warm hue. There, all is order, beauty and leisure Luxury, calm, quiet and pleasure.
A practice translation I did for my degree. I've tried my best to be true to the sense of the poem and the ideals of Symbolism, rather than making it either a direct translation or perfectly rhymed.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
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