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  • Автор:
    Николай Гумилёв

La miniature persane

Персидская миниатюра

Soyez sûrs, quand je mourrai,
Fatigué de ma vie insane,
Secrètement je deviendrai
Une miniature persane.

Les nuages couleur de feu,
Les filles d'une beauté unique,
L'escarpolette, et devant eux
Un prince jeune et magnifique.

Pour rehausser l'effet, à mon
Coin sera placé un diable, —
Certes que je serai un bon
Morceau d'un maitre incomparable.

Un vieillard toujours parfumé,
Avec de beaux cheveux grisâtres,
Apprendra vite de m'aimer
D'un amour fol et opiniâtre.

Je serai la joie de ses jours,
De ses nuits je serai la flamme,
Je remplacerai tour à tour
Les amis, les vins et les femmes.

Alors, je pourrai assouvir
Ce désir qui me harcèle,
Mon insatiable désir
D'une admiration éternelle.

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