| 1 |
This blue sofa
is to be placed over there. |
| 2 |
For intimate conversations... |
| 3 |
...with foppish beaux who offer
their hand to aging ladies... |
| 4 |
Here Monsieur Red-Heeled-Shoes sighs
and says to Madame Beauty-Spot: |
| 5 |
Eurydice (or Chloris, or Bernice),
rouged and powdered! |
| 6 |
Antiquated painted beauty,
I desire you! |
| 7 |
And indeed, for that reason alone,
I love you! |
| 8 |
Such are the customs of the time! |
| 9 |
It's been sixty years, old man,
that you have been a servant. |
| 10 |
For your haughty, arrogant masters,
you have lavished faithfulness, sweat... |
| 11 |
...the strength of your body,
your soul, your mind! |
| 12 |
And, as if your own life were not
enough,
you make your suffering infinite and eternal... |
| 13 |
...you have also given them N.B.
8,4,2
the existence of your children! |
| 14 |
You have fathered servants! |
| 15 |
I hate you, golden palace!
Symbol of an artificial, idle world! |
| 16 |
Pretty ladies, decked in silk and
laces,
hasten your merry gavottes and minuets! |
| 17 |
Your fate is sealed, you nobles,
race so graceful, so corrupt! |
| 18 |
I, a son of servants, and myself
a servant,
a judge in livery, I announce to you: |
| 19 |
It is the hour of your death! |
