Stanza 1: The Reader Forewarned Stanza 1: Reader Forewarned
God grant that the reader, emboldened and having become at present as fierce as what he is reading, find, without loss of bearings, his way, his wild and treacherous passage through the desolate swamps of these sombre, poison-soaked pages; for, unless he should bring to his reading a rigorous logic and a sustained mental effort at least as strong as his distrust, the lethal fumes of this book shall dissolve his soul as water does sugar. Gud give, at læseren, emboldened og der bliver i øjeblikket så skarp som det, han læser, finde, uden tab af lejer, hans måde, hans vilde og forrædderisk passage gennem øde sumpe af disse dystre, gift-dyppes sider; for, medmindre han skulle bringe hans læser en streng logik og en vedvarende mental indsats mindst lige så stærk som hans mistro, letale dampe af denne bog skal opløse sin sjæl som vand gør sukker. It is not right that everyone read the pages that follow: a sole few will savour this bitter fruit without danger. Det er ikke rigtigt, at alle læser de sider, som følger: en eneste par vil smage denne bitre frugt uden fare. As a result, wavering soul, before penetrating further into such uncharted barrens, draw back, step no deeper. Som et resultat, vaklen sjæl, før at trænge længere ind i sådanne ukendt barrens, trække tilbage, skridt ingen dybere. Mark my words: draw back, step no deeper, like the eyes of a son respectfully flinching away from his mother's august contemplation, or rather, like an acute angle formation of cold-sensitive cranes stretching beyond the eye can reach, soaring through the winter silence in deep meditation, under tight sail towards a focal point on the horizon, from where there suddenly rises a peculiar gust of wind, omen of a storm. Mark mine ord: trække tilbage, skridt ingen dybere, ligesom øjne en søn respektfuldt flinching væk fra hans mors august overvejelse, eller rettere, ligesom en spids vinkel dannelsen af kold-følsomme kraner, der strækker sig videre end øjet kan nå, skyhøje gennem vinteren stilhed i dyb meditation under stram sejl mod et knudepunkt i horisonten, hvor der pludselig stiger en mærkelig vindstød, varsel af en storm. The oldest crane, alone at the forefront, on seeing this, shakes his head like a rational person and consequently his beak too, which he clicks, as he is uneasy (and so would I be, in his shoes); whilst his old, feather-stripped neck, contemporary of three generations of cranes, sways in irritated undulations that foreshadow the oncoming thunderstorm. De ældste kranen, alene i spidsen, om at se dette, ryster hovedet, ligesom en fornuftig person og dermed sit næb for, som han klik, som han er bange (og så ville jeg være i hans sko), mens hans gamle, fjerkoste-strippet halsen, nutidig af tre generationer af kraner, sways i irriteret undulations at foregribe modkørende tordenvejr. After looking with composure several times in every direction with eyes that bespeak experience, the first crane (for he is the privileged one to show his tail feathers to the other, intellectually inferior cranes) vigilantly cries out like a melancholy sentinel driving back the common enemy, and then carefully steers the nose of the geometric figure (it would be a triangle, but the third side, formed in space by these curious avian wayfarers, is invisible), be it to port, or to starboard, like a skilful captain; and, manoeuvring with wings that seem no larger than those of a sparrow, he thus adopts, since he is no dumb creature, a different and safer philosophical course. Efter at have kigget med fatning flere gange i hver retning med øjnene, at bespeak erfaringer, de første kran (for han er den privilegerede en til at vise sin hale fjer til den anden, intellektuelt ringere kraner) vigilantly skriger ud som en melankolsk kontrolfugleunger køre tilbage den fælles fjende og derefter omhyggeligt stude næsen en geometrisk figur (det ville være en trekant, men den tredje side, der dannes i rummet ved disse nysgerrig aviær wayfarers, er usynligt), det være sig til en havn, eller til starboard, ligesom en dygtig kaptajn; og manøvrering med vinger, der tilsyneladende ikke større end en spurv, han dermed vedtager, eftersom han er ingen dumme væsen, en anden og sikrere filosofiske kursus.
Stanza 6: The Nails (The Reader as an Accomplice) Stanza 6: Nails (læseren som medskyldig)
One should let one's nails grow for a fortnight. Man bør lade sine negle vokse for en fjorten dage. Oh! Oh! How sweet it is to brutally snatch from his bed a child with no hair yet on his upper lip, and, with eyes wide open, to pretend to suavely stroke his forehead, brushing back his beautiful locks! Hvordan søde det er at brutalt snuppe fra sin seng et barn uden hår endnu på hans øverste læbe, og med øjnene vidt åbent, at foregive at suavely slagtilfælde hans pande, børstning tilbage hans smukke låses! Then, suddenly, at the moment when he least expects it, to sink one's long nails into his tender breast, being careful, though, not to kill him; for if he died, there would be no later viewing of his misery. Så, pludselig, på det tidspunkt, hvor han mindst forventer det, at synke en lange negle ind i hans bud brystet være omhyggelig, dog ikke til at dræbe ham, for hvis han døde, ville der ikke være nogen senere visning af hans elendighed. 
Then, one drinks the blood, licking the wounds; and, during the entire procedure, which ought to last no shorter than an aeon, the boy cries. Derefter en drikke blodet, slikke de sår, og i løbet af hele proceduren, og som burde ikke vare kortere end en Aeon, drengen skriger. Nothing could be better than his blood, warm and just freshly squeezed out as I have described, if it weren't for his tears, bitter as salt. Intet kunne være bedre end hans blod, varm og lige frisk presses ud som jeg har beskrevet, hvis det ikke var for hans tårer, bitter som salt. Mortal one, haven't you ever tasted your blood, when by chance you cut your finger? Mortal en ikke har du nogensinde smagt dit blod, når tilfældigt du klippe fingeren? Tasty, isn't it? Velsmagende, ikke sandt? For it has no taste. For det har ingen smag. Besides, can you not recall one day, absorbed in your dismal thoughts, having lifted your deeply cupped palm to your sickly face, drenched by the downpour from your eyes; the said hand then making its fatal way to your mouth, which, from this vessel chattering like the teeth of the schoolboy who glances sidelong at the one born to oppress him, sucked the tears in long draughts? Desuden kan du ikke huske en dag, der absorberes i din dystre tanker, at have ophævet din dybt cupped Palm til din vammel ansigt, dyngvåd af bløde fra dine øjne; nævnte side derefter gøre sin fatale måde til din mund, som fra dette fartøj chattering gerne tænderne i skoledreng der blik sidelæns på den ene er født til at undertrykke ham, suges de tårer i lang dam? Tasty, aren't they? Velsmagende, ikke er de? For they taste of vinegar. For de smager af eddike. A taste reminiscent of the tears of your true love, except a child's tears are so much more pleasing to the palate. En smag minder om det tårer af din sande kærlighed, undtagen et barns tårer er så meget mere glædeligt til ganen. He is incapable of deceit, for he does not yet know evil: but the most loving of women is bound to betray sooner or later... Han er ude af stand til bedrag, for han endnu ikke kender det onde, men den mest kærlige af kvinder er dømt til at svigte før eller senere ... This I deduce by analogy, despite my ignorance of what friendship means, what love means (I doubt I will ever accept either of these, at least not from the human race). Dette jeg udlede analogt trods min uvidenhed om, hvad venskab betyder, hvad kærlighed betyder, (Jeg tvivler jeg nogensinde vil acceptere nogen af disse, i det mindste ikke fra det menneskelige race). So, since your blood and tears do not disgust you, go ahead, feed confidently on the adolescent's tears and blood. Så da din blod og tårer ikke afsky dig, gå videre, foder på de unge's tårer og blod. Blindfold him, while you tear open his quivering flesh; and, after listening to his resplendent squeals for a good few hours, similar to those hoarse shrieks of death one hears from the throats of the mortally wounded on battlefields, you then, running out faster than an avalanche, fly back in from the room next door, pretending to rush to his rescue. Blindfold ham, mens du rive åbne hans quivering kødet, og efter at have lyttet til hans resplendent squeals for et godt par timer, svarende til dem, hæs shrieks af dødsfald man hører fra halsen af mortally såret på slagmarker, du så, at løbe tør hurtigere end en lavine, flyve tilbage fra værelset ved siden af, foregiver at løbe om kap til hans redning. You untie his hands, with their swollen nerves and veins, you restore sight to his distraught eyes, as you resume licking his tears and blood. Du afbinde sine hænder, med deres hævede nerver og blodårer, du gendanner øjekast at hans fortvivlet øjne, som du genoptage slikke hans tårer og blod. Oh, what a genuine and noble change of heart! Åh, hvad en ægte og noble ændring i hjertet! That divine spark within us, which so rarely appears, is revealed; too late! Det guddommelige gnist i os, som så sjældent forekommer, er afsløret; for sent! How the heart longs to console the innocent one we have harmed. Hvordan hjertet lange til konsol de uskyldige, vi har skadet. "O child, who has just undergone such cruel torture, who could have ever committed such an unspeakable crime upon you! You poor soul! The agony you must be going through! And if your mother were to know of this, she would be no closer to death, so feared by evildoers, than I am now. Alas! What, then, are good and evil? Might they be one and the same thing, by which in our furious rage we attest our impotence and our passionate thirst to attain the infinite by even the maddest means? Or might they be two separate things? Yes... they'd better be one and the same... for, if not, what shall become of me on the Day of Judgment? Forgive me, child. Here before your noble and sacred eyes stands the man who crushed your bones and tore off the strips of flesh dangling from various parts of your body. Was it a frenzied inspiration of my delirious mind, was it a deep inner instinct independent of my reason, such as that of the eagle tearing at its prey, that drove me to commit this crime? And yet, as much as my victim, I suffered! Forgive me, child. Once we are freed from this transient life, I want us to be entwined for evermore, becoming but one being, my mouth fused to your mouth. But even so, my punishment will not be complete. So you will tear at me, without ever stopping, with your teeth and nails at the same time. I will adorn and embalm my body with perfumes and garlands for this expiatory holocaust; and together we shall suffer, I from being torn, you from tearing me... my mouth fused to yours. O blond-haired child, with your eyes so gentle, will you now do what I advise you? Despite yourself, I wish you to do it, and you will set my conscience at rest." "O barn, der lige har undergået en sådan grusom tortur, som kunne nogensinde har begået en sådan ubeskrivelige forbrydelser efter dig! Du stakkels sjæl! Smerten du skal gå gennem! Og hvis din mor var til at vide af det, hun ville ikke være nogen tættere på døden, så frygtet af evildoers, end jeg er nu. Ak! Hvad er det så, er det gode og det onde? Kan de være en og samme ting, som i vores rasende vrede vi bevidne vores afmagt og vores lidenskabelig tørst at nå det uendelige ved selv de maddest betyder? Eller kan de være to separate ting? Ja ... de vil bedre være én og samme ... for hvis ikke, hvad skal der blive af mig på dagen for Dom? Tilgiv mig , barn. Her før din ædle og hellige øjne er den mand, som knuste dine knogler og rev ud for den bånd fiskekød dangling fra forskellige dele af kroppen. Var det en hektiske inspiration af min vildelse tankerne, var det en dyb indre instinkt uafhængig af min grund, sådan som den ørn tearing på sit bytte, som kørte mig til at begå denne forbrydelse? Og endnu, så meget som mit offer, jeg lider! Tilgiv mig, barn. Når vi er befriet for denne forbigående liv, jeg ønsker os at være entwined for evermore, at blive, men det ene er, min mund smeltet til din mund. Men selv så, min straf, vil ikke være komplet. Så du vil rive på mig, uden nogensinde at stoppe, med dine tænder og negle på samme tid . jeg vil pryde og balsamere min krop med parfume og guirlander til dette expiatory holocaust, og vi sammen må lide, jeg fra at blive revet, du fra rive mig ... min mund smeltet til dine. O blond-hår barn, med dine øjne så blid, vil du nu gøre, hvad jeg råde dig? trods af dig selv, jeg ønsker Dem til at gøre det, og du vil indstille min samvittighed i hvile. " And in saying this, you will have wronged a human being and be loved by that same being: therein lies the greatest conceivable happiness. Og i siger dette, vil du have krænket et menneske og blive elsket af samme værende: deri ligger den største tænkelige lykke. Later, you could take him to the hospital, for the crippled boy will be in no condition to earn a living. Senere, kan du tage ham til hospitalet, for lammet dreng bliver på ingen betingelse for at tjene til føden. They will proclaim you a hero, and centuries from now, laurel crowns and gold medals will cover your bare feet on your ancient iconic tomb. De vil proklamere du en helt, og århundreder fra nu, laurel kroner og guldmedaljer vil dække dine bare fødder på din gamle ikoniske Tomb. O you, whose name I will not inscribe upon this page consecrated to the sanctity of crime, I know your forgiveness was as boundless as the universe. O du, hvis navn jeg ikke vil indskrive på denne side indviet til ukrænkelighed for kriminalitet, jeg kender din tilgivelse var lige så grænseløs som universet. But look, I'm still here! Men se, jeg er her stadig!
SECOND CANTO ANDET Canto
Stanza 13: The Shipwreck and Sharks (Maldoror's First Love) Stanza 13: Skibbrud og haj (Maldoror's First Love)
It was morning; the sun rose over the horizon, in all its splendour, and here rises before my eyes a young man as well, whose presence made flowers sprout in his wake. Det blev morgen, solen stod op over horisonten, i al dets pragt, og her stiger før mine øjne en ung mand, som godt, hvis tilstedeværelse gjort blomster spire i hans kølvand. He approached me, and holding out his hand: "I have come to you who seek me. God bless this happy day." Han kontaktede mig, og holde ud hans hånd: "Jeg er kommet til dig, der søger mig. Gud velsigne denne lykkelige dag." But I replied: "Begone! I never summoned you. I don't need your companionship..." Men jeg svarede: "Begone! Jeg aldrig indkaldt dig. Jeg behøver ikke dit selskab ..." It was evening; night was already drawing the darkness of her veil over nature. Det var aften, nat var allerede tegning mørket af hendes slør over naturen. A beautiful woman, whose form I could barely make out, was also drawing the influence of her enchantment over me. En smuk kvinde, hvis form kunne jeg næsten ikke gøre ud, var også tegning indflydelse af hendes fortryllende over mig. She looked upon me with compassion, however she dared not speak to me. Hun kiggede på mig med medfølelse, men hun turde ikke tale til mig. So I said: "Come closer, so I may see your face clearly, for at this distance the starlight is too faint for me to make out its features." Så jeg sagde: "Kom nærmere, så jeg kan se dit ansigt tydeligt, for på denne afstand de Starlight er for svag for mig at komme ud af dens funktioner." Then, modestly, with her eyes lowered, she glided across the lawn's grass, coming to my side. Derefter beskedent, med hendes øjne sænkes, hun gled på tværs af plænen's græs, der kommer til min side. As soon as I saw her: "I see that goodness and justice have found a home in your heart: we could never live together. You are now admiring my beauty, which has overwhelmed many a woman, but sooner or later, you'll regret ever having given your love to me, for you do not know my soul. Not that I would ever be unfaithful to you: to she who bares her heart to me with such abandon and trust, I bare mine back with equal trust and abandon, but get it into your head lest you ever forget it: Wolves and lambs look not on one another with bedroom eyes." Så snart jeg så hende: "Jeg kan se, at godhed og retfærdighed har fundet et hjem i dit hjerte: vi ville aldrig kunne leve sammen. Du er nu beundrende min skønhed, der har overvældet mange en kvinde, men før eller senere, vil du beklager nogensinde at have givet din kærlighed til mig, for du ikke kender min sjæl. Ikke at jeg nogensinde ville være utro til dig: at hun som bares hendes hjerte til mig med sådan opgive og tillid, jeg bare mine tilbage med samme tillid og opgive , men få det ind i dit hoved lest du nogensinde glemme det: Ulve og lam ser ikke på hinanden med soveværelse øjne. " So what was I waiting for, I who rejected in such disgust what was most beautiful in humanity! Så hvad var jeg venter på, jeg som afvises i en sådan afsky, hvad der var smukkeste i menneskeheden! What I was waiting for, I really couldn't tell you. Hvad var jeg venter på, jeg virkelig kunne ikke fortælle dig. I haven't yet gotten into the habit of keeping a daily record of the phenomena that occur within my psyche, according to the practice recommended by philosophy. I sat on a cliff, by the sea. Jeg har endnu ikke fået det til en vane at holde en daglig registrering af de fænomener, der opstår i min psyke, i henhold til den praksis, der anbefales af filosofi. Jeg sad på en klippe ved havet. A ship had just set full sail to escape these waters: a minute speck had just appeared at the horizon, making gradual headway, driven on by gusts, and growing more powerful by the minute. Et skib netop havde sat fulde sejl for at undslippe disse farvande: et minut plet netop havde syntes i horisonten, hvilket gør gradvis togfølge, drevet af vindstød, og vokser kraftigere ved minut. The storm was about to swoop down on us, and already the sky was growing dark, overcast in a black almost as hideous as the human heart. Stormen var ved at slag ned på os, og allerede himlen var voksende mørk, overskyet i en sort næsten lige så hæslig som det menneskelige hjerte. The vessel, which was a great warship, had just cast all her anchors, in fear of being swept against the rocky coast. Fartøjet, der var et stort krigsskib, netop havde kastet alle hendes ankre, i frygt for at blive fejet ind mod den klippefyldte kyst. The wind roared with rage from all four points of the compass, tearing the sails to shreds. Vinden roared med vrede fra alle fire punkter i kompasset, tearing sejl til laser. Crashes of thunder burst out amid flashes of lightning and could not drown out the sound of wailing to be heard from this house with no foundations, this teetering sepulcher. Nedbrud af torden burst out amid blinker af lyn og kunne ikke drukne lyden af wailing til at blive hørt fra dette hus uden fundament, dette teetering sepulcher. The rolling of these aqueous masses had not yet managed to shatter the anchor's chains, however their buffeting had opened up a way into the ship's ribs: a gaping breach, for the pumps could no longer bail out the masses of salt water beating down on the bridge like mountains of foam. Det rullende af disse vandig masser endnu ikke havde formået at splintre ankeret's kæder, men deres buffeting havde åbnet en vej ind i skibets ribben: et gabende strid, for de pumper, kunne ikke længere bail out masserne af saltvand slår ned på bro gerne bjerge af skum. The ship in distress fires her canons to sound the alarm; but she sinks, slowly... Den nødstedt skib brande hendes kanonerne til at slå alarm, men hun dræn, langsomt ... majestically. majestically. He who has never watched a ship sinking in the midst of a storm, with intermittent flashes of lightning between the deepest periods of darkness, while those on board are overwhelmed with that despair you know so well, knows nothing of life's ups and downs. Han har aldrig set et skib synker midt i en storm, med intermitterende blinker af lynnedslag mellem de dybeste perioder i mørke, mens de om bord, er overvældet med at fortvivle du kender så godt, kender intet til livets op-og nedture. Finally, a universal shriek of utter distress bursts from within the bowels of the ship, whilst the sea intensifies her fearsome onslaughts. Endelig er en universel hvin af fremsige nød sprænger inde fra tarme af skibet, mens havet intensiverer hendes fearsome onslaughts. It is that cry one hears when the limits of human capacity give in: we wrap ourselves up in the cloak of despair and leave our fate in the hands of God. Det er at græde man hører, når grænserne for den menneskelige kapacitet give efter: Vi indhyllingsafstand os op i kappen af fortvivlelse og overlade vores skæbne i hænderne på Gud. We flock together like cornered sheep. Vi flok sammen gerne kantet får. The ship in distress fires her canons to sound the alarm; but she sinks, slowly... Den nødstedt skib brande hendes kanonerne til at slå alarm, men hun dræn, langsomt ... majestically. majestically. They've had the pumps running all day now. De har haft de pumper, der kører hele dagen nu. Futile efforts. Forgæves bestræbelser. Night has come, pitch-black and merciless, bringing the delightful show to its climax. Nat er kommet, begsort og nådesløs, at den dejlige vise sit klimaks. Each soul onboard realizes that, once in the water, he won't be able to breathe, for, as far back as he can remember, he knows of no fish in his family tree; nevertheless he struggles to hold his breath for as long as possible, if only to prolong his life for another two or three seconds: that is the vengeful irony he aims at death... Hver sjæl ombord klar over, at når først i vandet, han ikke vil være i stand til at ånde, for, så langt tilbage som han kan huske, han kender ingen fisk i hans familie træ, men han kæmper for at holde vejret så længe som muligt, hvis der kun at forlænge hans liv med to eller tre sekunder: det er den vengeful ironi han sigter på død ... The ship in distress fires her canons to sound the alarm; but she sinks, slowly... Den nødstedt skib brande hendes kanonerne til at slå alarm, men hun dræn, langsomt ... majestically. majestically. He doesn't know that the ship, as it goes under, sets the ocean swells twisting and turning in a powerful circular motion, stirring up the benthonic mires into the turbid waters, and that a force from below, in counterattack to the tempest wreaking havoc above, drives the element to violent, jolting motions. Han ved ikke, at skibet, da det går under, fastlægger havsystemet kvælder vride og vende sig i en kraftfuld cirkulær bevægelse, omroering op benthonic moser i grumset farvande, og at en kraft fra neden, i modangreb til Tempest øve kaos ovenstående drev grundstoffet til voldelige, voldsomme stød beslutningsforslag. Thus, despite the stores of courage he mustered in advance, the drowned-to-be, on second thought, ought to be delighted if he can prolong his life, swirling in the vortices of the abyss, even by the space of half a normal breath, for good measure. På trods butikkerne modig han fremlagt på forhånd, de druknede-til-være, ved nærmere eftertanke, burde være glad, hvis han kan forlænge hans liv, hvirvlende i vortices af afgrunden, selv ved, hvor meget plads en halv normal ånde, for god foranstaltning. He will fail in his supreme desire to cheat death. Han vil ikke i hans højeste ønske om at snyde døden. The ship in distress fires her canons to sound the alarm; but she sinks, slowly... Den nødstedt skib brande hendes kanonerne til at slå alarm, men hun dræn, langsomt ... majestically. majestically. No wait, there's been a mistake. Nej vent, der har været en fejltagelse. She's no longer firing, she's no longer sinking. Hun er ikke længere fyres, hun er ikke længere synker. The cockleshell is now completely engulfed! Den cockleshell er nu fuldstændig opslugt! Good heavens! God himlen! How could I continue to live, after experiencing such exquisite pleasures! Hvordan kunne jeg fortsætte med at leve, efter at disse udsøgte nydelser! I had just been granted the chance to witness the death agonies of many a fellow man. Jeg havde netop fået chancen for at vidne død agonies af mange en medmennesker. Minute by minute, I followed the episodes of their anguish. For hvert minut, jeg fulgte episoder af deres kvaler. Now, the feature presentation was the bellowing of some old lady, brought to hysterics by fear. Nu er funktionen præsentation var bellowing af nogle gamle dame, bringes til hysterianfald af frygt. Now, the squeals of a suckling infant were drowning out the nautical orders. Nu er squeals af et diende spædbarn blev drukning de nautiske ordrer. The ship was too distant for me to clearly perceive the groans brought on by blasts of wind, but through sheer willpower I zoomed in on it, and the optical illusion was complete. Skibet var alt for fjern for mig klart at opfatte groans anlagt den ved sprængninger af vind, men ved hjælp af ren og skær viljestyrke jeg zoomes ind på den, og den optiske illusion var fuldstændigt. Every quarter of an hour, when a particularly stronger gust of wind, sounding its gloomy tones amid the cries of the terrified storm petrels, would break open the ship in another lengthwise crack, increasing the laments of those about to be offered as sacrifices to death, I would dig a sharp metal point deeper into my cheek and secretly think: "They are suffering still more!" Hvert kvartal i en time, når en særlig stærkere vindstød, opsporingsudstyr sin dystre toner midt i skriger af skrækslagne storm petrels, ville bryde åbne skibet i en anden laengdesnit crack, øge beklager af disse ved at blive tilbudt som ofre til døden Jeg vil grave et skarpt metal punkt dybere ind på min kind og hemmeligt tænker: "De lider stadig mere!" At least this gave me grounds for comparison. Mindst dette gav mig grund til sammenligning. From the shore, I shouted at them, hurling violent curses and threats. Fra kysten, jeg råbte på dem, kaster voldelige forbandelser og trusler. I felt that they could hear me! Jeg følte, at de kunne høre mig! I could feel that my hatred and raving, soaring over the distances, were breaking the physical laws of sound and falling loud and clear onto their ears, deafened by the wrathful ocean's roars! Jeg kunne føle, at mit had og rablende, kraftigt stigende i løbet af de afstande, var at bryde de fysiske love for forsvarlig og faldende højt og tydeligt på deres ører, deafened af wrathful Ocean's roars! I felt they ought to be thinking of me, unleashing their vengeance in impotent rage! Jeg følte, at de burde være tænker på mig, udløsningen deres hævn i magtesløs vrede! Every now and then I would cast a glance up at the cities, sounds asleep on dry land, and seeing that nobody suspected a ship to be sinking a few miles from the shore, with birds of prey for a crown and empty-bellied creatures of the deep for a pedestal, I took courage, and regained hope: I could now be sure of their demise! Hvert nu og så vil jeg kaste et blik op på de byer, lyde søvn på tør jord, og se, at ingen mistanke om et skib, der skal synker et par miles fra kysten, med rovfugle for en krone og tomme-bellied væsner af den dybe for en piedestal, tog jeg mod, og genvandt håber: Jeg kunne nu være sikker på deres død! There was no escape! Der var ikke undslippe! Through an excess of precaution, I had gone fetch my double-barrelled shotgun, so that, should some survivor be tempted to swim up to the rocks to escape impending death, a bullet in the shoulder would shatter his arm, thus thwarting his plan. Gennem et overskud af forsigtighed, jeg havde gået hente min dobbelt-barrelled shotgun, så, hvis nogle overlevende blive fristet til at svømme op til klipperne for at undslippe forestående død, en kugle i skulderen ville smadre hans arm, og dermed forhindring hans plan. Just when the tempest was at its fiercest, I saw, at the surface, desperately struggling to keep afloat, a frenetic head, with hair standing on end. Bare når Tempest var på sit fiercest, jeg så, på overfladen, desperat kæmper for at holde i live, en rasende hoved, med hår stående på udgangen. He was swallowing gallons of water and was tossed back into the briny deep, bobbing like a piece of cork. Han blev slugt gallons vand og blev kastet tilbage i briny dyb, vugger gerne et stykke kork. But in no time he surfaced again, mane dripping wet, and, eyes focused on the shore, he seemed to defy death. Men i løbet af ingen tid han er dukket op igen, manke dryppende våd, og øjnene fokuseret på kysten, han syntes at trodse døden. What admirable composure! Hvad beundringsværdige fatning! On his brave and noble face, he bore a deep and gory wound, gashed open by the jagged point of some hidden reef. På sin modige og noble ansigt, han bar en dyb og blodige sår, gashed åben af hakkede punkt af nogle skjulte Reef. He must have been sixteen at the oldest, for you could just barely see, by the lightning flashes that lit up the night, the peach fuzz on his lip. Han skal have været seksten på de ældste, for man kunne lige netop se ved lynnedslag blinker at lyser op om natten, fersken fuzz på hans læber. And now he was no more than two hundred yards from the cliff, and I was getting a clear view of him. Og nu var han ikke mere end to hundrede værfter fra klippen, og jeg fik et klart billede af ham. What courage! Hvad modet! What indomitable spirit! Hvad ukuelige ånd! How his steady head seemed to flout at fate, as he vigorously cleaved through the waves, prying open the grooves before him with effort!... Hvordan hans konstante hovedet tilsyneladende lader hånt om den skæbne, som han energisk spaltes gennem bølgerne, nysgerrige åbne riller før ham med indsats! ... I had made up my mind beforehand. Jeg havde gjort op efter min mening på forhånd. I owed it to myself to keep my promise: the final hour had tolled for all; there could be no exceptions. Jeg skylder det til mig selv at holde mit løfte: den sidste time havde tolled for alle, der kunne være nogen undtagelser. That was my resolution, and nothing could change it... Det var min beslutning, og intet kan ændre det ... A sharp blast echoed, and the head sank right under, never to be seen again. En skarp hoejovnskoks gentaget og hoved sank ret i henhold til, aldrig at ses igen. From this murder I did not take as much pleasure as you might imagine, and precisely because I had already done more than my share of killing in life, I was doing it now only from sheer habit, so hard to break, and providing only mild enjoyment. Fra dette mord jeg ikke tage lige så meget fornøjelse, som man kunne forestille sig, og netop fordi jeg allerede havde gjort mere end min andel af drab i livet, jeg gjorde det nu kun fra ren og skær vane, så svært at bryde, og giver kun milde nydelse. Conscience becomes dulled, calloused. Samvittighed bliver dulled, calloused. What pleasure could I feel at the death of this human being, when more than a hundred were about to present me with the spectacle of their final struggles against the waves, once the ship had been submerged? Hvad glæde kunne jeg føle sig død dette menneske, når mere end hundrede var ved at præsentere mig med syn af deres sidste kampe mod bølgerne, når skibet var blevet oversvømmet? With this death, not even the thrill of danger aroused me, for human justice, cradled by the night's ghastly storm, was slumbering in the cottages a few steps from me. Med denne død, ikke engang den store oplevelse at fare vækket mig, for den menneskelige retfærdighed, cradled af nats rædselsfulde storm, var blundet i hytter få skridt fra mig. Now that the years hang heavy on my shoulders, I can speak this supreme and solemn truth with sincerity: I was never as cruel as it was later said among men, however sometimes their persistent spitefulness went on devastating for years on end. Nu, hvor de år hænge tungt på mine skuldre, jeg kan tale dette Supreme og højtidelig sandheden med oprigtighed: Jeg har aldrig været så grusom som det blev senere sagde blandt mænd, men nogle gange deres vedholdende spitefulness gik på ødelæggende i årevis. There was then no limits to my fury; I was possessed by fits of cruelty: my wild eyes would strike terror in anyone who dared come close enough to see them, provided they be of my race. Der var dengang ingen grænser for min vrede, jeg var i besiddelse af krampeanfald af grusomhed: min vilde øjne ville strejke terror i alle, der turde komme tæt nok til at se dem, hvis de skal af min race. If it was a horse or a dog, I would let it go by: did you head what I just said? Hvis det var en hest eller en hund, jeg vil lade det gå ved: har du hovedet, hvad jeg lige sagde? Unfortunately, on the night of the storm, I was seized by one of my fits of wrath, my reason having abandoned me (for normally I would be just as cruel, only more discreet), and everything falling into my hands on that night had to perish. Desværre om natten i den storm, jeg var beslaglagt af en af mine passer af vrede, min grund har opgivet mig (for normalt ville jeg være lige så grusom, kun mere diskret), og alt falder i mine hænder på denne nat havde skal gå fortabt. I am not saying this justifies my misdeeds. Jeg siger ikke dette retfærdiggør min ugerninger. My fellow men are not the only ones to blame. Mine mænd er ikke de eneste, der bærer skylden. I am merely making a statement of fact, as I await the last judgment, which makes me feel my throat constrict in anticipation... Jeg er blot at foretage en konstatering af fakta, som jeg venter på den sidste dom, som gør mig føle min hals snøre sammen i forventning ... What do I care about the last judgment? Hvad gør jeg interesserer os for den sidste dom? My reason never abandons me, as I had claimed just to mislead you. Min grund aldrig opgiver mig, som jeg havde hævdet, bare for at vildlede dig. And when I commit a murder, I know full well what I am doing: what else would I be wanting to do? Og når jeg begår et mord, jeg ved udmærket, hvad jeg gør: hvad der ellers ville jeg være der ønsker at gøre? Standing on the cliff, as the tempest flailed at my hair and trench coat, I ecstatically watched the full might of the thunderstorm relentlessly hammering at the ship under a starless sky. Stående på klippen, som Tempest flailed på mit hår og skyttegrav frakke, jeg ecstatically set den fulde måske af tordenvejr utrætteligt hamring på skibet under en starless himlen. In a triumphant pose, I followed all the twists and turns of this drama, from the instant the vessel threw her anchors, until the moment she was swallowed up within that final shroud, that cloak which dragged everybody wrapped in it down into the bowels of the sea. I en triumferende volde, jeg fulgte alle de drejninger i dette drama, fra instant fartøjet kastede hende ankre, indtil det øjeblik, hvor hun var opsluges i, at de endelige vanters, at kappen, der slæbes alle pakket ind i det ned i tarme af havet. But the cue for me to make my entrance in these scenes of nature in tumult was approaching. Men cue for mig at gøre min entré i disse scener af naturen i tumult blev nærmer sig. When the place where the ship had been struggling clearly showed that she had gone spend the rest of her days on the oceanic floor, then, some of those who had been carried off by the waves reappeared on the surface. Når det sted, hvor skibet var blevet kæmper viste klart, at hun var gået tilbringe resten af hendes dage på den oceaniske gulvet, da nogle af dem, der var blevet gennemført off af bølgerne genopstod på overfladen. They seized and grappled each other around the waist, in twos, in threes; this was the way not to save their lives, for their movements became hampered, and they went down like dumbbells... De beslaglagte og grappled hinanden omkring taljen, i twos, tre, og det var den måde ikke til at redde deres liv, for deres bevægelser blev hæmmet, og de gik ned gerne dumbbells ... What is this horde of sea monsters ploughing through the waves at top speed? Hvad er det horde af havet monstre pløjning gennem bølgerne på topfart? There are six of them, with sturdy fins that cut a passage through the heaving seas. Der er seks af dem, med robust finner at klippe en passage gennem MED havene. Exercising the privileges of their higher rank on the food chain, the sharks soon make a great eggless omelette of all these wiggling human arms and legs on this far from dry continent. Udøver rettighederne i henhold til deres højere rang for fødevarekæden, de hajer snart gøre en stor eggless omelet af alle disse wiggling menneskets arme og ben om dette langt fra tørre kontinent. 
Blood mingles with the waters, and the waters mingle with blood. Blodet blander sig med de pågældende farvande, og det vand, bland dig med blod. Their fierce eyes light up the bloodbath... Deres hård øjne lyser blodbadet ... But what is that other tumult of the waves, yonder, on the horizon? Men hvad er, at andre tumult i bølger, derovre, i horisonten? It looks like a waterspout coming this way! Det ligner et waterspout kommende denne måde! What strokes! Hvad slagtilfælde! Now I see what it is. Nu kan jeg se, hvad det er. An enormous female shark has come to partake of duck liver pâté and to eat cold stew meat. En enorm kvindelige haj er kommet til at tage del af ænder lever paté og at spise kolde gryderet kød. She is furious, for she arrives ravenous. Hun er rasende, for hun ankommer skrupsulten. A battle ensues between her and the sharks, to fight over the few palpitating limbs still dumbly floating here and there on the surface of the crimson cream. En kamp ensues mellem hende og de hajer, der slås om de få palpitating lemmer stadig dumbly flyder her og der på overfladen af Crimson fløde. Left and right she snaps her jaws, delivering many a fatal wound. Venstre og højre hun klikker hendes kæber, der leverer mange en dødelig såret. But three surviving sharks surround her, and she is forced to twist and turn in all directions to outmanoeuvre them. Men tre overlevende hajer omgiver hende, og hun er tvunget til at vride og dreje i alle retninger til outmanoeuvre dem. With an increasing emotion unbeknownst until now, the one-man audience follows this new kind of naval battle from his seat at the shore. Med et stigende følelser unbeknownst indtil nu, den ene mand publikum følger denne nye form for marinehjælpeskibe kamp fra sin plads ved kysten. His gaze is fastened on this courageous female shark, with jaws so mighty. Hans blik er spændt på denne modige kvinde haj med kæber så mægtige. He grits his teeth, raises his rifle, and, skilful as ever, he lodges his second bullet in the gill slit of one of the sharks, just as it rears its head above a wave. Han grits hans tænder, løfter sit gevær, og dygtige som nogensinde, han indgiver sin anden prik i gill spalteformede af en af de hajer, ligesom det rears hovedet over en bølge. Two sharks remain, both showing even greater ferocity. To hajer fortsat, både viser endnu større grusomhed. From the top of the rock, the man with the briny saliva flings himself into the sea and swims towards the pleasantly coloured carpet, gripping his trusty steel knife. Fra toppen af fjeldet, manden med briny spyt flings sig i havet og swims mod glædeligt farvet tæppe, gribende hans troværdig stål kniv. From now on the sharks each have one enemy to deal with. Fra nu af de hajer har hver en fjende til at håndtere. He closes in on his weary adversary, and, taking his time, buries his sharp blade in its belly. Han lukker i på hans trætte modstander, og tager sin tid, begraver hans skarpe klinge i sin mave. Meanwhile, the nimble-finned citadel easily disposes of the last opponent... I mellemtiden er rap-finned citadel let afhænder den sidste modstander ... Now the swimmer and the female shark saved by him confront each other. Nu svømmer og kvindelige haj gemt af ham konfrontere hinanden. For minutes they stare fixedly into each other's eyes. For minutter de stare fixedly i hinandens øjne. They swim circling, keeping each other in sight, and each thinking: "I was wrong all along. Here is one more evil than I." De svømmer cirkling, holde hinanden i syne, og hver tænker: "Jeg var forkerte alle sammen. Her er en mere ondt end I." Then in unison they glided underwater towards each other, in mutual admiration, the female shark slitting open the waves with her fins, Maldoror's arms thrashing the water; and they held their breaths, in deepest reverence, each one anxious to gaze for the first time upon his living image. Derefter enstemmigt de gled undervandsstøj mod hinanden i gensidig beundring, den kvindelige haj langskæring åbne bølger med hende finner, Maldoror's våben gennemdrøfte vandet, og de holdt deres vejrtrækninger, i dybeste ærbødighed, hver en ivrig efter at stirre for første gang på hans levende billede. Effortlessly, at only three yards apart, they suddenly fell upon one another like two magnets, in an embrace of dignity and gratitude, clasping each other tenderly as brother and sister. Besvær, på kun tre værfter fra hinanden, de pludselig faldt på hinanden som to magneter, i en omfavnelse af værdighed og taknemmelighed, clasping hinanden tenderly som bror og søster. Carnal desire soon followed this display of affection. Kødelige lyst snart fulgt denne visning af hengivenhed. Like two leeches, a pair of nervous thighs gripped tightly against the monster's viscous flesh, and arms and fins wrapped around the objects of their desire, surrounding their bodies with love, while their breasts and bellies soon fused into one bluish-green mass reeking of sea-wrack, in the midst of the tempest still raging by the light of lightning; with the foamy waves for a wedding bed, borne on an undersea current as if in a cradle, rolling and rolling down into the bottomless ocean depths, they came together in a long, chaste, and hideous mating!... Ligesom to igler, et par nervøse lår grebet stramt mod monster's tyktflydende fiskekød, og våben og finner snoet omkring objekterne i deres ønske, der omgiver deres organer med kærlighed, mens deres bryster og brystflæsk snart samles i en blålig-grøn masse reeking af sea-wrack, midt i den Tempest stadig raser i lyset af lynnedslag; med foamy bølger til et bryllup seng, bæres på en undersøiske aktuelle, som hvis i en vugge, valsning og rullende ned i bundløst ocean dybder, de kom sammen i en lang, kysk og hæslig parring! ... At last I had found somebody who was like me!... Til sidst havde jeg fundet en, der var ligesom mig! ... From now on I was no longer alone in life!... Fra nu af var jeg ikke længere alene i livet! ... Her ideas were the same as mine!... Hendes tanker var de samme som min! ... I was face to face with my first love! Jeg var ansigt til ansigt med min første kærlighed!
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