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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354420" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don Juan Aux Enfers (Don Juan In Hell)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quand Don Juan descendit vers l'onde souterraine<br>Et lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,<br>Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,<br>D'un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,<br>Des femmes se tordaient sous le noir firmament,<br>Et, comme un grand troupeau de victimes offertes,<br>Derrière lui traînaient un long mugissement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sganarelle en riant lui réclamait ses gages,<br>Tandis que Don Luis avec un doigt tremblant<br>Montrait à tous les morts errant sur les rivages<br>Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire,<br>Près de l'époux perfide et qui fut son amant,<br>Semblait lui réclamer un suprême sourire<br>Où brillât la douceur de son premier serment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre<br>Se tenait à la barre et coupait le flot noir;<br>Mais le calme héros, courbé sur sa rapière,<br>Regardait le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Juan in Hades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Don Juan descended to the underground sea, <br>And when he had given his obolus to Charon, <br>That gloomy mendicant, with Antisthenes' proud look, <br>Seized the two oars with strong, revengeful hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Showing their pendent breasts and their unfastened gowns <br>Women writhed and twisted under the black heavens, <br>And like a great flock of sacrificial victims, <br>A continuous groan trailed along in the wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sganarelle with a laugh was demanding his wage, <br>While Don Luis with a trembling finger <br>Was showing to the dead, wandering along the shores, <br>The impudent son who had mocked his white brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shuddering in her grief, Elvira, chaste and thin, <br>Near her treacherous spouse who was once her lover, <br>Seemed to implore of him a final, parting smile <br>That would shine with the sweetness of his first promises.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erect in his armor, a tall man carved from stone <br>Was standing at the helm and cutting the black flood; <br>But the hero unmoved, leaning on his rapier, <br>Kept gazing at the wake and deigned not look aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Don Juan in Hell </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, having reached the subterranean wave, <br>Don Juan paid his passage from the shore, <br>Proud as Antisthenes, a surly knave <br>With vengeful arms laid hold of either oar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With hanging breasts between their mantles showing <br>Sad women, writhing under the black sky, <br>Made, as they went, the sound of cattle lowing <br>As from a votive herd that's led to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sganarelle for his wages seemed to linger, <br>And laughed; while to the dead assembled there, <br>Don Luis pointed out with trembling finger <br>The son who dared to flout his silver hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chilled in her crepe, the chaste and thin Elvira, <br>Standing up close to her perfidious spouse, <br>Seemed to be pleading from her old admirer <br>For that which thrilled his first, unbroken vows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A great stone man in armour leaped aboard; <br>Seizing the helm, the coal-black wave he cleft. <br>But the calm hero, leaning on his sword, <br>Had eyes for nothing but the wake they left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Juan in Hades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He found the wide bark rocking in the Stygian breeze <br>And came aboard, having first paid Charon what he owed. <br>A beggar, somber and haughty as Antisthenes, <br>Seized the long oars with a revengeful gesture and rowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Writhing and tearing open their garments while he crossed, <br>A crowd of disappointed females, herded there <br>Along the bank like victims for a holocaust, <br>Filled with a soft and bestial moaning the dark air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sganarelle laughed triumphantly, demanding his wage; <br>Don Luis, still wrathful, pointed with a palsied hand <br>To the unruly son who mocked him in his old age, <br>Calling to witness the dead throngs upon that strand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She whom he wed in church and loved a little while, <br>Elvira, thin and trembling in her black robes of grief, <br>Seemed to implore of her betrayer a last smile <br>In memory of his first ardor, noble and brief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knight he murdered and whose ghost he had rebuked <br>Stood now, a tall and cuirassed helmsman, at the stem; <br>But the calm hero, leaning upon his rapier, looked <br>Absently into the water, ignoring all of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Juan in Hades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the hidalgo reached the subterranean seas,<br>And, with an obol, paid Charon's accustomed score,<br>A gloomy beggarman, proud as Antisthenes,<br>With strong revengeful hands seized either trailing oar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sagging breasts and gray unfastened gowns, a crowd<br>Of women writhed in woe under a leaden sky,<br>In their grim wake a groan trailed, mournfully and loud,<br>Like flocks of sacrificial victims trudging by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sganarelle, grinning, claimed his wages; dour and lank,<br>Don Luis, with trembling finger, pointed at the prow,<br>To show the phantoms wandering on the river bank<br>That impious son who mocked his father's snow-white brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elvira, chaste and gaunt, shuddered in sorrow, while<br>Beside her traitorous spouse (her lover, once) she seemed<br>To crave the favor of an ultimate bright smile,<br>Sweet as his first-made vows and as the dream she dreamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erect in coat-of-mail, a tall man, hewn of stone,<br>Stood at the helm, cleaving the flood. But in mute pride,<br>Leaning upon his sword, impassive and alone,<br>The hero watched the wave nor deigned to look aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q>
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Et lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,
Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,
D'un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.

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