Conqueror, Poem by Charles Cros

I have swept through the whole land
In a proud cavalcade;
Everywhere people have submitted,
They come to sing me the dawn song.

This ceremonial is bland;
My orders are written on the walls.
Bring me (but no shouting)
Girls for a good laugh.

One sobs, another is afraid,
The third has a deceitful breast
And the other dresses as an insect.

But the most beautiful says nothing;
She has an airy laugh
And does not fear being respected.

Charles Cros

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