This night, life is hanging heavily in me As an oppressing burden Repugnant by her irony of intoxicating happiness Irritating by her provoking cynicism As she attempts to atone For the little strength that remains to me The last hopes, the last ethereal visions The past times and those to come Those who have never been and shall not be Those who haunt me night and day Those who try to reach but always elude In a blurred vanescence As the water we would like to seize, he glides Vanishes in a sheaf of a hara**ing ridicule The dread is his most favourite mean The anguish a terrible use The despair his most devoted companion In the darkness where he likes to initiate me painfully Where the dreams vanish slowly And where the infinity of the naught comes to me I feel it so close to me It kisses me like a loving curse mistress And it's breath of chrysanthemums exhales me The sweet fragrance of a unique j ourney... Without retum