ON THE DAY OF WATERLOO .

Old soldiers told me: "Thanks to your muse,
"The people finally have songs for her voice.
"Ris laurel a party you will not:
"Sanctify encor worms our exploits.
"Sing 'claimed today treacherous,
"This last day of glory and setbacks."
-I said, lowering his eyes moist:
His name never sadden my verses.

Which, in Athens, on behalf of Chaeronea
Mela never harmonious sounds?
Athens dethroned by fortune
Cursed Philippe and doubted his gods.
Such a fall day sees our empire,
Seen abroad we report irons,
Sees French loose their smile.
His name never sadden my verses.

Finally perish giant battles!
Said the kings people, hasten all!
Freedom rings his funeral:
Saved by you, we will reign with you.
The giant falls, and the dwarves without memory
A slavery have doomed the universe.
Both sides so far eluded the glory.
His name never sadden my verses.

But whatever! Already men of another age
My pain wonder the object.
What do they, in fact, this shipwreck?
Torrent on their cradle floated.
They are happy! their star that rises
Day fatal erase setbacks.
But had to date nothing more than a vain dream,
His name never sadden my verses.