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Le Mort Joyeux/The Joyful Dead
Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargotsJe veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde
Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os
Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde
Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;
Plutôt que d'implorer une larme du monde
Vivant, j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux
A saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde
O vers! noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux
Voyez venir à vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture
A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords
Et dites-moi s'il est encore quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort parmi les morts!
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In a rich, heavy soil, infested with snails,
I wish to dig my own grave, wide and deep,
Where I can at leisure stretch out my old bones
And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave.
I have a hatred for testaments and tombs;
Rather than implore a tear of the world,
I’d sooner, while alive, invite the crows
To drain the blood from my filthy carcass.
O worms! black companions with neither eyes nor ears,
See a dead man, joyous and free, approaching you;
Wanton philosophers, children of putrescence,
Go through my ruin then, without remorse,
And tell me if there still remains any torture
For this old soulless body, dead among the dead!