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Bohémiens en voyage

La tribu prophétique aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant à leurs fiers appétits
Le trésor toujours prêt des mamelles pendantes.
 
Les hommes vont à pied sous leurs armes luisantes
Le long des chariots où les leurs sont blottis,
Promenant sur le ciel des yeux appesantis
Par le morne regret des chimères absentes.
 
Du fond de son réduit sablonneux le grillon,
Les regardant passer, redouble sa chanson ;
Cybèle, qui les aime, augmente ses verdures,
 
Fait couler le rocher et fleurir le désert
Devant ces voyageurs, pour lesquels est ouvert
L'empire familier des ténèbres futures.
 
Çeviri

Travelling Bohemians

Yesterday, the glaring-eyed prophetic tribe
set
forth, carrying with them the herd of their youngsters
on their backs, or offering to their deep hunger
the unceasing treasure of the low-sagging breasts.
 
The men travel on foot,
wearing their shining arms
along the caravans where cuddle their children,
watching the skies with eyes that look overburdened
by the so dull regret of their absent pipe-dreams.
 
Well hidden, the cricket,
from its sandy corner,
as it watches them pass by, sings even louder.
Demeter, who loves them, turns her nature greener,
 
makes the rock have a spring and the desert blossom
Before these travellers for whom remains open
the familiar empire of the darkness to come.
 
Charles Baudelaire: En İyi 3
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