Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme, Ô Beauté ? ton regard, infernal et divin, Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime, Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin. Tu contiens dans ton œil le couchant et l'aurore ; Tu répands des parfums comme un soir orageux ; Tes baisers sont un philtre et ta bouche une amphore Qui font le héros lâche et l'enfant courageux. Sors-tu du gouffre noir ou descends-tu des astres ? Le Destin charmé suit tes jupons comme un chien ; Tu sèmes au hasard la joie et les désastres, Et tu gouvernes tout et ne réponds de rien. Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques ; De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant, Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus chères breloques, Sur ton ventre orgueilleux danse amoureusement. L'éphémère ébloui vole vers toi, chandelle, Crépite, flambe et dit : Bénissons ce flambeau ! L'amoureux pantelant incliné sur sa belle A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau. Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe, Ô Beauté ! monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu ! Si ton œil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu ? De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe ? Ange ou Sirène, Qu'importe, si tu rends, — fée aux yeux de velours, Rhythme parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine ! — L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds ?
Confirmed with Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du mal, Paris: Poulet-Malassis et de Broise, 1861, in Spleen et Idéal, pages 51-52. Note: this was number 21 in the 1861 edition of Les Fleurs du mal but number 22 in subsequent editions.
Note: modern French spelling would change "Rhythme" (line 7-3) to "Rythme"
Authorship:
- by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), "Hymne à la Beauté", appears in Les Fleurs du mal, in 1. Spleen et Idéal, no. 21, Paris, Poulet-Malassis et de Broise, first published 1861 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gustave Doret (1866 - 1943), "Hymne à la Beauté", published [1898] [ soprano and piano or orchestra ], Paris : Rouart, Lerolle & Cie [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Georges (Jerzy) Nawrocki , "Hymne à la Beauté", <<1971 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Hymna kráse"
- ENG English (Emily Wyatt) , "Hymn to Beauty", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Cyril Meir Scott) , "Hymn to Beauty", appears in The Flowers of Evil, London, Elkin Mathews, first published 1909
- ENG English (John Collings Squire, Sir) , "Hymn to Beauty"
- POR Portuguese (Português) (Delfim Guimarães) , "Hino à Beleza", appears in As Flores do Mal
- ROM Romanian (Română) (Alexandru I. Philippide) , "Imn frumuseții"
Research team for this page: Harry Joelson , Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2007-07-29
Line count: 28
Word count: 242
O Beauty! dost thou generate from Heaven or from Hell? Within thy glance, so diabolic and divine, Confusedly both wickedness and goodness dwell, And hence one might compare thee unto sparkling wine. Thy look containeth both the dawn and sunset stars, Thy perfumes, as upon a sultry night exhale, Thy kiss a philter, and thy mouth a Grecian vase, That renders heroes cowardly and infants hale. Yea, art thou from the planets, or the fiery womb? The demon follows in thy train, with magic fraught, Thou scatter'st seeds haphazardly of joy and doom, Thou govern'st everything, but answer'st unto nought. O Loveliness! thou spurnest corpses with delight, Among thy jewels, Horror hath such charms for thee, And Murder 'mid thy mostly cherished trinklets bright, Upon thy massive bosom dances amorously. The blinded, fluttering moth towards the candle flies, Then frizzles, falls, and falters — "Blessings unto thee" — The panting swain that o'er his beauteous mistress sighs, Seems like the Sick, that stroke their gravestones lovingly. What matter, if thou comest from the Heavens or Hell, O Beauty, frightful ghoul, ingenuous and obscure! So long thine eyes, thy smile, to me the way can tell Towards that Infinite I love, but never saw. From God or Satan? Angel, Mermaid, Proserpine? What matter if thou makest — blithe, voluptuous sprite — With rhythms, perfumes, visions — O mine only queen! — The universe less hideous and the hours less trite.
Confirmed with Cyril Scott, The Flowers of Evil [by Charles Baudelaire; translated into English verse by Cyril Scott], London: Elkin Mathews, 1909, pages 21-22.
Authorship:
- by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "Hymn to Beauty", appears in The Flowers of Evil, London, Elkin Mathews, first published 1909 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), "Hymne à la Beauté", appears in Les Fleurs du mal, in 1. Spleen et Idéal, no. 21, Paris, Poulet-Malassis et de Broise, first published 1861
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Researcher for this page: Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2018-08-05
Line count: 28
Word count: 239