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I saw, over there, slowly disappear a misty sun

which was dying without splendor

A globe of a thick red, exhausted heat

which did not make anyone look down

And you, Sun, too, I love to see you sink!

Star uncrown like a king of the Earth

Head of a shorn king that the night will cloister

It is over, he succumbs, the luminous monster

they said to be eternal

He turns pale like us, he is dying

and his grave is only a bloody fog

in some corner of the sky

Grimace of dying! Funeral grimace!

That in a bored sky every day he shows...

It's sweet to me to feel his vulgar way of dying tonight!

Because I hate you, Sun, I hate you as

the impassive witness to the pains of this earth...

Fire thing, heartless, I hate you like a man

One day you will lose your fire

your azure, your beauty, and you will shine

with your unholy light

insulting immortality