Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte

Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte em hieróglifos

Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte - análise e texto traduzido em inglês

Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte - resumo e análise de Jacques Marchand

Excerto do Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui

Comme la guérison pour le malade,

Comme de sortir après avoir souffert.

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui

Comme le parfum de la myrrhe,

Comme de s'asseoir sous un dais un jour où souffle la brise.

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui,

Comme le parfum du lotus,

Comme de s'asseoir sur la rive du pays de l'ivresse.

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui

Comme le chemin de la pluie battante,

Comme le retour du soldat à la maison.

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui

Comme une éclaircie dans le ciel,

Comme de comprendre une énigme.

La mort est à mes yeux aujourd'hui

Comme le désir d'un homme de revoir sa maison

Après de longues années de captivité.

Excerto do Diálogo do desesperado com a sua morte

To whom shall I speak today ?

Brothers are bad,

the friends of today do not love.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Hearts are greedy,

everyone robs his neighbour's goods.

{To whom shall I speak today ?}

Kindness has perished,

violence rules all.

To whom shall I speak today ?

One is content with evil,

goodness is debased everywhere.

To whom shall I speak today ?

He who should enrage decent men by his crimes,

is acclaimed by everyone for his evil deeds.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Men plunder.

Everyone robs his neighbour's goods.

To whom shall I speak today ?

The criminal is an intimate friend.

The brother with whom one dealt is a foe.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Forgotten is the past.

Today one does not help him who helped.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Brothers are evil.

One goes to strangers for affection.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Faces are blank.

Everyone turns his face from his brothers.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Hearts are greedy,

there is no heart to put one's trust in.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Gone are the just.

The land is left over to the evildoers.

To whom shall I speak today ?

One lacks an intimate.

One resorts to darkness to complain.

To whom shall I speak today ?

The cheerful heart is gone

and he with whom one walked is no more.

To whom shall I speak today ?

I am burdened with grief

from lack of one who enters the heart.

To whom shall I speak today ?

Wrong roams the Earth,

and there is no end to it.

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