Passim
And they die, and you die, and we die, and she, he, it dies.
And you again, and I die.
Ici, souvent, je suis un peu, comme encore un peu,
et je vais pleurer à tout moment.
Était-ce 2 300 010 932, 724 864 ?
Il m'a semblé que soudain, je faillis pleurer.
Quand en finirons-nous avec...
Ainsi parlant, il se tendait vers son fils, le magnifique Hector.
Mais l'enfant sur le sein de nourrice à belle ceinture, se rejeta, criant.
L'aspect de son père l'effraie, il a peur du bronze.
Et la crête en crin de cheval, terrible au sommet du casque, il la voit s'agiter.
Éclatent de rire son père, sa noble mère.
Aussitôt, de sa tête, il retirait son casque, le magnifique Hector,
et le posa sur terre, complètement brillant.
Alors, son fils, il l'embrassa, il le prit dans ses bras,
il dit, invoquant Zeus et les autres dieux :
encore un instant monsieur le bourreau, il n'y en a plus que pour instant.
Encore un instant monsieur le bourreau, parce que ça brille, la scène,
parce que ça monte aux yeux le jour ému en pleurs, en pleurs aux yeux qui vont quitter cela,
qui ne l'ont pas non plus connu avant.
Tout ce qu'il va falloir emporter.
L'offre se tient.
Ce dont on fût privé.
Un dieu ramasse le monde à ses bras,
qu'il ne savait pas, il doit repartir
comme si de rien n'était.
Here often I am a little like still a little.
And I could cry at any moment.
Was it 2,310,932?
724,864?
It seemed to me that suddenly I was about to cry.
When will we have done with it?
Speaking thusly, he was stretching toward his son,
magnificent Hector.
But the child at the breast of the nurse with a beautiful sash
drew back crying, his father's looks terrify him.
He is afraid of bronze and the horsehair crest,
terrible at the top of the helmet.
He sees it move.
His father, his noble mother burst out laughing.
At once, he took his helmet from his head, magnificent Hector.
And he placed it on the ground shining all over.
Then his son, he kissed him.
He took him in his arms.
He said, invoking Zeus and the other gods--
Just a moment more, executioner.
It will be over in an instant.
Just a moment more, executioner.
Because it shines, the scene.
Because it goes to the eyes.
The day moved to tears, to tears in the eyes that
are going to leave all that were not even aware of it before.
All that one will have to take away.
The offer holds what we were deprived of.
A god gathers the world at his arms
that he did not know he must go back
as if there were nothing to it.