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At the hour of the night here every trembling flower,

As a pan, pour incense, supplications

Sound waves merging with the wave incense;

Somewhere whirling waltz, inconsolably-deep;

 

Pours trembling flower incense, supplications

Like the heart sick, crying bow,

Somewhere whirling waltz, inconsolably-deep

And the lovely sunset as gilded altar;

 

Like the heart sick, crying bow -

Like a timid heart before bottomless darkness,

And the lovely sunset as gilded altar;

Sinking sun in a bloody stream ...

 

Again the timid heart of darkness before the bottomless

Seeking last days ugasnuvshih light;

Sinking sun in a bloody stream ...

But as a reflection of the chalice - your sacred image!

 

Charles Baudelaire - "Harmony Nights"