XXI CONSOLATION

Car peu m'importe, à présent que la nuit monte,
N'avoir franchi ces portes où j'ai heurté,
Si j'ai connu, si l'amertume surmonte,
Cette douceur qui s'appelle éternité.

Michel Galiana (c) 1991


XXI COMFORT

For I don't care, now that darkness is coming down,
If the doors at which I had knocked denied entry
Since I could, even by bitterness outdone,
Experience the soft bliss that's called eternity.
Transl. Christian Souchon 01.01.2006 (c) (r) All rights reserved

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Note :

Dr Engelhardt notices that in the original text "darkness comes up", a statement which tallies with his mountain climber's observations...

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