Шарль Бодлер (Charles Baudelaire) (1821-1867)
французский поэт, критик, эссеист и переводчик

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Перевод стихотворения
«La Mort des pauvres»
на английский язык.

The Death of Paupers

It's Death comforts us, alas! and makes us live.
It is the goal of life, it brings us hope,
And, like a rich elixir, seems to give
Courage to march along the darkening slope.

Across the tempest, hail, and hoarfrost, look!
Along the black horizon, a faint gleam!
It is the inn that's written in the book
Where one can sleep, and eat, and sit and dream.

An Angel, in magnetic hands it holds
Sleep and the gift of sweet ecstatic dreams,
And makes a bed for poor and naked souls.

It is God's glory and the mystic grange:
The poor man's purse and fatherland it seems,
And door that opens Heavens vast and strange.

The Death of the Poor

It's Death that comforts us, alas! and makes us live;
It is the goal of life; it is the only hope
Which, like an elixir, makes us inebriate
And gives us the courage to march until evening;

Through the storm and the snow and the hoar-frost
It is the vibrant light on our black horizon;
It is the famous inn inscribed upon the book,
Where one can eat, and sleep, and take his rest;

It's an Angel who holds in his magnetic hands
Sleep and the gift of ecstatic dreams
And who makes the beds for the poor, naked people;

It's the glory of the gods, the mystic granary,
It is the poor man's purse, his ancient fatherland,
It is the portal opening on unknown Skies!

La Mort des pauvres

C’est la Mort qui console et la Mort qui fait vivre ;
C’est le but de la vie, et c’est le seul espoir
Qui, divin élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
Et nous donne le cœur de marcher jusqu’au soir ;

À travers la tempête, et la neige et le givre,
C’est la clarté vibrante à notre horizon noir ;
C’est l’auberge fameuse inscrite sur le livre,
Où l’on pourra manger, et dormir et s’asseoir

C’est un Ange qui tient dans ses doigts magnétiques
Le sommeil et le don des rêves extatiques,
Et qui refait le lit des gens pauvres et nus ;

C’est la gloire des Dieux, c’est le grenier mystique,
C’est la bourse du pauvre et sa patrie antique,
C’est le portique ouvert sur les Cieux inconnus !

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