Ballade à la lune [English translation]

It was, in the dark night,

On the yellowed steeple,

The moon, the moon

Like a dot on an i.

Moon, what dark spirit

Walks at the end of a leash

Through the gloom,

Your face and your profile?

Are you the one-eyed heavens’ single eye?

Which bigoted cherub

Peers at us

Beneath your pale mask?

Are you merely a ball?

A big fat daddy-long-legs

That rolls, that rolls

Without legs and arms?