by Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867)
Translation © by Iain Sneddon

Le vin du solitaire
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Le regard singulier d'une femme galante
Qui se glisse vers nous comme le rayon blanc
Que la lune onduleuse envoie au lac tremblant,
Quand elle y veut baigner sa beauté nonchalante;

Le dernier sac d'écus dans les doigts d'un joueur;
Un baiser libertin de la maigre Adeline;
Les sons d'une musique énervante et câline,
Semblable au cri lointain de l'humaine douleur,

Tout cela ne vaut pas, ô bouteille profonde,
Les baumes pénétrants que ta panse féconde
Garde au coeur altéré du poète pieux;

Tu lui verses l'espoir, la jeunesse et la vie,
- Et l'orgueil, ce trésor de toute gueuserie,
Qui nous rend triomphants et semblables aux Dieux!

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  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Haasz) , "Víno samotářovo"
  • ENG English (Iain Sneddon) , "Wine for the lonely", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Wine for the lonely
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
The particular look of a courtesan
Who glides towards us like the white beam
That the pulsating moon sends towards the trembling lake,
Where she wished to bathe her casual beauty;

The last bag of coins in the hands of a gambler;
A wild kiss from slender Adeline;
The sound of a tiring and enveloping music,
Like the distant cry of humanity’s sadness,

O deep bottle, all this is not worth
The penetrating balm that your fruitful belly
Contains for the pious poet’s yearning heart;

You give him hope, and youth, and life,
- And pride, the treasure of all worthless things,
Which makes us triumphant and like unto the Gods!

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Word count: 111