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Le choix

Выбор

Celui qui bâtit une tour est voué à l’échec,
Sa chute en sera d’autant plus terrible;
Et du fonds du puits du monde,
Il ne pourra que maudire sa folie.

Celui qui détruit sera renversé,
Écrasé par les débris des dalles,
Et, abandonné par le Dieu tout puissant,
Il n’aura que sa voix pour gémir.

Celui qui part vers les cavernes de la nuit
Ou vers les rives du fleuve silencieux,
Rencontrera l’œil féroce de la panthère
Horriblement braqué sur lui.

Tu n’échapperas pas au sort sanglant
Auquel sont destinés les êtres d’ici-bas.
Mais ne dis rien : c’est un droit incomparable
Que de choisir toi-même ta propre mort.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    The Choice
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Choice
  • Дмитрий Ясный
    The Choice
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Избор
  • Иврит
    Рита Коган
    הַבְּחִירָה
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Wybór
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Výber
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Вибір
  • Белорусский
    Алесь Шадрин
    Выбар

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