Charies Baudelaire - Evening Harmony 汉译

Behold the times when trembling on their stems

The flowers evaporate like thuribles;

The sounds and scents turn in the evening cool;

Sad waltz, languid intoxication!

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The flowers evaporate like thuribles;

The viol quivers like a heart that’s torn;

Sad waltz, languid intoxication!

The sky is sad like some memorial.

The viol quivers like a heart that’s torn,

A heat that hates the void perpetual!

The sky is sad like some memotial;

The sun has drowned in its vermilion.

A heart that hates the void perpetual

Recalls each glowing moment of times gone!

The sun has drowned in its vermilion…

Your memory shines, my monstrance personal.