Why sad, o my soul

Why sad, o my soul

Why sad, o my soul
Sad unto death, when the effort you claim, when the supreme effort
Is there that you claim?

Oh, your hands as you twist
Instead of being at work, your lips as you bite
And their cowardly silence, And your eyes are dead!

Hast thou not hope
Loyalty, and for more confidence in the safety, Hast thou not suffering? …
Great day and the sun!
Look, it is more than an hour: The sky noise
Ruddy, And the harsh light
Cutting a black line
Everything appeared
Te shows Duty
And its rough form.

Walk to him quickly, you'll see disappearing
Any aspect inclement
From his manner, with the distance.

Is the custodian
How do you keep a treasure
Of love and mystery, More precious than gold, Safer than anything on land, property unseen, unheard All joy, Your peace, holy fighting ecstasy beaming
Oblivion And here below, And forgetting here below!

Paul Verlaine.