Elevation

Above the lakes, above the vales,

The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,

Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,

Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,

My soul, you move with ease,

And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave

You wing your way blithely through boundless space

With virile joy unspeakable.

Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma

And purify yourself in the celestial air,

Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions

As you would the purest of heavenly nectars.

Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations

That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision,

Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing

Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene,

He whose thoughts, like skylarks,

Toward the morning sky take flight

— Who hovers over life and understands with ease

The language of flowers and silent things!

——by Charles Baudelaire

在厌倦和巨大的忧伤的后面，

它们充塞着雾霭沉沉的生存，

幸福的是那个羽翼坚强的人，

他能够飞向明亮安详的田园；

他的思想就像那百灵鸟一般，

在清晨自由自在地冲向苍穹，

翱翔在生活之上，

轻易地听懂花儿以及无声的万物的语言。

——[法] 夏尔·波德莱尔

Written on June 12th, 2021 by Sherry