[Alfred de Musset:]
"Un jeune homme vêtu de noir. Son visage était triste et beau. Il secouait sous son manteau un haillon de pourpre en lambeaux, sur sa tête un myrte stérile. Et bien bon ou mauvais, inflexible ou fragile, humble ou fier, mais toujours gémissant, pourquoi? Il pencha son front sur sa main, et resta jusqu'au lendemain, pensif."

I know
I had understood it
As soon as you repeated to me
As soon as I saw your moving shadow
Through the mirage of salt
You were seen there, like a mummy
Your smile, your smile

In the distance
Watch the shadows of the mountains
Fear the monsters
This dusk hour is their true land
But I fear nothing, you the benevolent
The indifferent
In the blue glow of dawn
In the blue glow of dawn

???

[Alfred de Musset:]
"???
Mais il ne poussa qu'un seul soupir et s'évanouit comme un rêve."