Hours

Alms to the highwayman in pursuit!
Evil eye to the luring eyel
Blade against blade with the avid swordsman!
-My soul is not in a state of grace!-

I am the fool of Pamplona,
Afraid of the Moon's laughter,
Hypocritical, in black crepe...
Horror! is everything, then, beneath a candle snuffer?

I hear a noise like a rattle...
It is the evil hour which calls me.
In the pit of nights falls: one knell ... two knells.

I have counted more than fourteen hours...
Each hour a tear. You are weeping,
My heart! ... Keep singing, go on- Don't count.