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L'H autontimoroum nos	A
Je te frapperai sans col re	B
Et sans haine comme un boucher	C
Comme Mo se le rocher	D
Et je ferai de ta paupi re	B
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Pour abreuver mon Saharah	B
Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance	A
Mon d sir gonfl d'esp rance	A
Sur tes pleurs sal s nagera	B
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Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large	E
Et dans mon coeur qu'ils so leront	F
Tes chers sanglots retentiront	F
Comme un tambour qui bat la charge	E
Ne suis je pas un faux accord	F
Dans la divine symphonie	G
Gr ce la vorace Ironie	G
Qui me secoue et qui me mord	F
Elle est dans ma voix la criarde	F
C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir	B
Je suis le sinistre miroir	B
O la m g re se regarde	F
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Je suis la plaie et le couteau	F
Je suis le soufflet et la joue	E
Je suis les membres et la roue	B
Et la victime et le bourreau	B
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Je suis de mon coeur le vampire	B
Un de ces grands abandonn s	A
Au rire ternel condamn s	A
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire	B
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The Man Who Tortures Himself	H
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I shall strike you without anger	B
And without hate like a butcher	B
As Moses struck the rock	I
And from your eyelids I shall make	J
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The waters of suffering gush forth	K
To inundate my Sahara	B
My desire swollen with hope	L
Will float upon your salty tears	A
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Like a vessel which puts to sea	A
And in my heart that they'll make drunk	M
Your beloved sobs will resound	F
Like a drum beating the charge	E
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Am I not a discord	F
In the heavenly symphony	A
Thanks to voracious Irony	A
Who shakes me and who bites me	A
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She's in my voice the termagant	F
All my blood is her black poison	G
I am the sinister mirror	B
In which the vixen looks	A
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I am the wound and the dagger	B
I am the blow and the cheek	N
I am the members and the wheel	O
Victim and executioner	B
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I'm the vampire of my own heart	F
One of those utter derelicts	A
Condemned to eternal laughter	B
But who can no longer smile	P
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Translated by William Aggeler	B
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Heautontimoroumenos	A
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I'll strike you but without the least	F
Anger as butchers poll an ox	A
Or Moses when he struck the rocks	A
That from your eyelid thus released	F
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The lymph of suffering may brim	Q
To slake my desert of its drought	F
So my desire by hope made stout	F
Upon your salty tears may swim	Q
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Like a proud ship far out from shore	B
Within my heart which they'll confound	F
With drunken joy your sobs will sound	F
Like drums that beat a charge in war	B
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I am I not a faulty chord	F
In all this symphony divine	G
Thanks to the irony malign	G
That shakes and cuts me like a sword	F
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It's in my voice the raucous jade	F
It's in my blood's black venom too	F
I am the looking glass wherethrough	B
Megera sees herself portrayed	F
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I am the wound and yet the blade	F
The smack and yet the cheek that takes it	F
The limb and yet the wheel that breaks it	F
The torturer and he who's flayed	F
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One of the sort whom all revile	P
A Vampire my own blood I quaff	H
Condemned to an eternal laugh	H
Because I know not how to smile	P
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Translated by Roy Campbell	R
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Heauton Timoroumenos	A
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I mean to strike you without hate	F
As butchers do as Moses did	F
The rock From under either lid	F
Your tears will flow to inundate	F
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This huge Sahara which is I	S
My heart insensible with pain	G
Caught in that flood will live again	G
Will care whether it live or die	S
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Will strive as in the salty sea	A
Drunken with brine and all but drowned	F
Yet driven onward by the sound	F
Of your wild sobbing endlessly	A
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For look I am at war my dear	B
With the whole universe I know	G
There is no medicine for my woe	G
Believe me it is called Despair	B
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It runs in all my veins I pray	B
It cries in all my words I am	T
The very glass where what I damn	T
Leers and admires itself all day	B
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I am the wound I am the knife	H
The deep wound scabbards the outdrawn	T
Rack and the writhing thereupon	T
The lifeless and the taker of life	H
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I murder what I most adore	B
Laughing I am indeed of those	A
Condemned for ever without repose	A
To laugh but who can smile no more	B
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Translated by George Dillon	T
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Heautontimoroumenos	A
The Man Who Tortures Himself	H
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I shall cleave without scrape or shock	I
And like a butcher without hate	F
Like Moses when he struck the rock	I
From your eyes I shall generate	F
Waters of woe throughout the years	A
To quench my fierce Sahara fires	A
Swollen with vast hope my desires	A
Shall float upon your bitter tears	A
Like a proud vessel sailing large	E
And in my heart drunk at the sound	F
Your cherished sobbing shall resound	F
Like drums beating the long lost charge	E
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Am I not a discordant note	F
In the celestial symphony	T
Thanks to voracious Irony	T
Who shakes and bites me at the throat	F
She's in my voice the scold her black	U
Poison is all my blood alas	A
I am the direful looking glass	A
Which flashes her reflection back	U
I am the wound the knives that strike	V
The blows that crush the head that reels	A
I am wrenched limbs and grinding wheels	A
Victim and hangman as you like	V
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Vampire of my own heart meanwhile	P
A derelict I am of those	A
Doomed to eternal laughter's throes	A
Yet powerless to frame a smile	P
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Translated by Jacques LeClercq	W
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L'H autontimourom nos	A
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I'll strike thee without enmity	T
nor wrath like butchers at the block	I
like Moses when he smote the rock	I
I'll make those eyelids gush for me	T
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with springs of suffering whose flow	G
shall slake the desert of my thirst	F
a salt flood where my lust accurst	F
with Hope to plump her sail shall go	G
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as from the port a pitching barge	E
and in my heart they satiate	F
thy sobs I love shall fulminate	F
loud as a drum that beats a charge	E
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for am I not a clashing chord	F
in all Thy heavenly symphony	T
thanks to this vulture Irony	T
that shakes and bites me always Lord	F
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she's in my voice the screaming elf	H
my poisoned blood came all from her	B
I am the mirror sinister	B
in which the vixen sees herself	H
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I am the wound and I the knife	H
I am the blow I give and feel	O
I am the broken limbs the wheel	O
the hangman and the strangled life	H
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I am my heart's own vampire for	B
God has forsaken me and men	T
these lips can never smile again	T
but laugh they must and evermore	B
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Lewis Piaget Shanks Flowers of Evil New York Ives Washburn	T