Don Juan in Hell (Don Juan aux enfers)

When Don Juan went down to the underground sea
And when he had given his coin to Charon,
That old beggar, proud as Antisthenes
With vengeful arms set the sea churning
With sullen oars set the sea churning

Displaying their breasts through their flimsy white frocks
Women writhed underneath the black heavens
And, like a herd of sacrificial cattle
They followed behind him moaning
They trailed behind him moaning

His old valet, laughing, demanded his pay
While Don Luis his aged hands shaking
Showed to the dead wandering on the shores
The bold son who mocked his voice breaking
Who mocked his white beard and voice breaking

Now shivering with grief, chaste Elvira
Near the treacherous spouse once her lover
Seemed to beseech him for one final smile
As sweet as the one he first gave her
As sweet as the one he first gave her

A statue, erect in his armor
Stands at the helm the night parting
But the calm hero, leaning upon his sword
Stares into the wake and deigns to see aught
Stares into the wake and deigns to see aught

[See original here.]

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