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En ces temps merveilleux o la Th ologie	A
Fleurit avec le plus de s ve et d' nergie	A
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands	B
Apr s avoir forc les coeurs indiff rents	C
Les avoir remu s dans leurs profondeurs noires	C
Apr s avoir franchi vers les c lestes gloires	C
Des chemins singuliers lui m me inconnus	C
O les purs Esprits seuls peut tre taient venus	C
Comme un homme mont trop haut pris de panique	D
S' cria transport d'un orgueil satanique	D
J sus petit J sus je t'ai pouss bien haut	E
Mais si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au d faut	E
De l'armure ta honte galerait ta gloire	F
Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus d risoire	F
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Imm diatement sa raison s'en alla	G
L' clat de ce soleil d'un cr pe se voila	H
Tout le chaos roula dans cette intelligence	C
Temple autrefois vivant plein d'ordre et d'opulence	C
Sous les plafonds duquel tant de pompe avait lui	I
Le silence et la nuit s'install rent en lui	I
Comme dans un caveau dont la clef est perdue	E
D s lors il fut semblable aux b tes de la rue	E
Et quand il s'en allait sans rien voir travers	C
Les champs sans distinguer les t s des hivers	C
Sale inutile et laid comme une chose us e	J
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la ris e	J
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Punishment for Pride	E
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In that marvelous time in which Theology	J
Flourished with the greatest energy and vigor	F
It is said that one day a most learned doctor	F
After winning by force the indifferent hearts	C
Having stirred them in the dark depths of their being	D
After crossing on the way to celestial glory	J
Singular and strange roads even to him unknown	K
Which only pure Spirits perhaps had reached	E
Panic stricken like one who has clambered too high	L
He cried carried away by a satanic pride	E
'Jesus little jesus I raised you very high	L
But had I wished to attack you through the defect	E
In your armor your shame would equal your glory	J
And you would be no more than a despised fetus '	-
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At that very moment his reason departed	E
A crape of mourning veiled the brilliance of that sun	M
Complete chaos rolled in and filled that intellect	E
A temple once alive ordered and opulent	E
Within whose walls so much pomp had glittered	E
Silence and darkness took possession of it	E
Like a cellar to which the key is lost	E
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Henceforth he was like the beasts in the street	E
And when he went along seeing nothing across	C
The fields distinguishing nor summer nor winter	F
Dirty useless ugly like a discarded thing	D
He was the laughing stock the joke of the children	M
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Translated by William Aggeler	F
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The Punishment of Pride	E
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When first Theology in her young prime	N
Flourished with vigour in that wondrous time	N
Of an illustrious Doctor it was said	E
That having forced indifferent hearts to shed	E
Tears of emotion moved to depths profound	E
And having to celestial glory found	E
Marvellous paths to his own self unknown	K
Where only purest souls had fared alone	K
Like a man raised too high as in a panic	D
Crazed with a vertigo of pride satanic	D
He cried 'Poor Christ I've raised you to renown	O
But had I wished to bring you crashing down	O
Probing your flaws your shame would match your pride	E
And you'd be but a foetus to deride '	-
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Immediately he felt his wits escape	P
That flash of sunlight veiled itself in crepe	P
All chaos through his intellect was rolled	E
A temple once containing hoards of gold	E
By opulence and order well controlled	E
And topped with ceilings splendid to behold	E
Silence and night installed their reign in him	Q
It seemed he was a cellar dank and dim	Q
To which no living man could find the key	J
And from that day a very beast was he	J
And while he wandered senseless on his way	R
Not knowing spring from summer night from day	R
Foul dirty useless and with no hereafter	F
He served the children as a butt for laughter	F
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Translated by Roy Campbell	S
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The Punishment of Pride	E
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Once in that marvelous and unremembered time	N
When theologic thought was flowering at its prime	N
A pious metaphysician the pundit of his day	R
He who could move the hearts of murderers so they say	R
Having attained to a most fearful pitch of grace	C
By curious pathways he himself could scarcely trace	C
For all his subtlety of logic this austere	F
And venerable person like one who climbs a sheer	F
Peak unperturbed but at the top grows dizzy cried	E
Suddenly overtaken with satanic pride	E
'Jesus my little Jesus I have exalted you	E
Into a very Titan yet wielding as I do	E
The wand of dialectic I could have made you shrink	D
To fetus like proportions and fade away I think '	-
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He thought no more for instantly his reason cracked	E
The noontide of this great intelligence was blacked	E
Out Elemental chaos rolled through this serene	T
Temple where so much order and opulence had been	U
From its gold floor to its groined ceiling it grew dim	Q
Silence and utter night installed themselves in him	Q
As in an antique dungeon whereof the key is lost	E
And from that day through rain and snow through sleet and frost	E
Not knowing spring from winter and too mad to care	F
He roamed about gesticulating with the air	F
Of an old suit of underclothes hung out to dry	F
And made the children laugh whenever he went by	F
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Translated by George Dillon	M

Charles Baudelaire

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