Since the beginning

I make in the universe a star and follow

And breaking all the mounts without a sound

Make Rome advance; a city full of chariots;

To a dark fate and I say: oh hazard

"In a vile cell bury all these men

Of the day sketching evil in apple form!

Where every scoundrel, scoundrel, vile hypocrite sits

At Plato's banquet and a Democritus

Was tempted by the shadow like a deep city

Fell the dark night and found herself fertile

And towards the bloody mounts: a distant Olympus

I trip Zeus to marry Athene

And happy, proud of what my hands built

I prove that I was, that I'll exist tomorrow

And in the face of all this glory all embarrassment crumbles

I recover my wings and shine my oréole

And on the divine tunic I write as on a book

With a soft silken thread of gold and copper

And that these sentinels spying a precious treasure

But would they be the stars of gold in the heavens

And as a bird spreads its wings and migrates

My sins are on me like the tiger's stripes !