Charles Baudelaire

The Wine of Lovers

Today space is magnificent! Without bridle or bit or spurs Let us ride away on wine To a divine, fairy-like heaven! Like two angels who are tortured By a relentless delirium, Let us follow the far mirage Through the crystal blue of the morning! Gently balanced upon the wings Of the intelligent whirlwind, In a similar ecstasy, My sister, floating side by side, We'll flee without ever stopping To the paradise of my dreams! Translated by - William Aggeler The Wine of Lovers To-day the Distance is superb, Without bridle, spur or curb, Let us mount on the back of wine For Regions fairy and divine! Let's, like two angels tortured by Some dark, delirious phantasy, Pursue the distant mirage drawn O'er the blue crystal of the dawn! And gently balanced on the wing Of some obliging whirlwind, we - In equal rapture revelling — My sister, side by side will flee, Without repose, nor truce, where gleams The golden Paradise of my dreams! Translated by - Cyril Scott The Wine of Lovers Oh, what a splendour fills all space! Without bit, spur, or rein to race, Let's gallop on the steeds of wine To heavens magic and divine! Now like two angels off the track, Whom wild relentless fevers rack, On through the morning's crystal blue The swift mirages we'll pursue. Now softly poised upon the wings That a sagacious cyclone brings, In parallel delirium twinned, While side by side we surf the wind, We'll never cease from such extremes, To seek the Eden of our dreams! Translated by - Roy Campbell

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