Classic Poem

The man said: heaven surrounded me;
The heavens will run for me;
Of these stars that crown me
Nature made me king;
To myself the sun rises,
For myself the Sun completes
Its bright circle in the air;
And I see peaceful sovereign,
Its weight motionless earth
At the center of this universe.

Mortal proud, banished the ghosts,
About yourself throw a glance.
What are we, low carbon,
To carry our pride so far?
Fools! we're talking about teachers,
Us in the ocean of beings,
Swim sadly mistaken;
We, whose existence light,
Like the passing shadow,
Begins, appears and is no more.

But what immortal roads
Urania half opened my eyes?
Goddess, is it you who call me
Brilliantly vaults of heaven?
I am you ... My soul enlarged,
Rushing a bold wing
Earth left edges:
Your torch, pure clarity
Guide me to the temple where nature
Cache his august treasures.

Great God! what sublime spectacle
Confuses my senses, ice my voice! ...
Where am I? What new miracle
Olympus has changed the laws?
Far away in the vast expanse,
I look alone, in silence,
The march of the grand universe;
In a whirlwind of space
Surprised my eye sees on their trail,
Return various orbs.

Brought from west to Aurora
Through the eternal movement,
On their axis they are still running
In the vast plains of heaven.
What secret intelligence,
During his rule each planet
By imperceptible springs?
The sun is it genius
That fact, with such harmony
Move the heavenly bodies?

Among them, and a fluid,
The hand of God the Creator
Poured into the abyss of emptiness,
This unique orb is their engine.
On itself stirred constantly
And constant in the center, he presses
Ether and stray orbs:
Constantly an opposing force,
This undulating material,
Pushes him to the torrents.

And form orbits
Traced by these known globes;
Therefore, within prescribed limits,
Fly and Mercury and Venus.
Earth follows; March slower,
On a gloomy advances and guide,
Late no Jupiter;
And his father, the old Saturn,
Rolls just his night chariot
On icy edges ether.

Yes, our sphere, thick mass
Requests the sun's present;
Within it and on its surface
It spreads its beneficial fires.
The day sees the light hours
Present the two hemispheres
In turn, its soft rays;
And signs inclined
Earth, walking the year
Produces flowers and crops.

Hail, soul of the world,
Sacred Sun, a star of fire,
Fruitful source of all gifts,
Sun image, my God!
The globes in their careers,
Pay tribute to your light,
Announce it in your glory:
Reign forever on his works,
Triumph, interviews all ages
Its eternal grandeur.

ALLUSION

Sky, august sovereign,
It's you that I paint in these traits.
The vortex that leads us,
Virgin, do you ever shook.
Wrapped in dark vapors
Still wandering among the shadows,
The day we seek clarity.
Your forehead alone, new dawn,
Your forehead, Sky, spark
Light of divinity.