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The Litanies Of Satan

    By Charles Baudelaire



    O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
    a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    O, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,
    who, vanquished, always recovers more strongly,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who know everything, king of the underworld,
    the familiar healer of human distress,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who teach even lepers, accursed pariahs,
    through love itself the taste for Paradise,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    O you who on Death, your ancient true lover,
    engendered Hope – that lunatic charmer!

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who grant the condemned that calm, proud look
    that damns a whole people crowding the scaffold,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who know in what corners of envious countries
    a jealous God hid those stones that are precious,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You whose clear eye knows the deep caches
    where, buried, the race of metals slumbers,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You whose huge hands hide the precipice,
    from the sleepwalker on the sky-scraper’s cliff,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who make magically supple the bones
    of the drunkard, out late, who’s trampled by horses,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who taught us to mix saltpetre with sulphur
    to console the frail human being who suffers,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who set your mark, o subtle accomplice,
    on the forehead of Croesus, the vile and pitiless,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    You who set in the hearts and eyes of young girls
    the cult of the wound, adoration of rags,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    The exile’s staff, the light of invention,
    confessor to those to be hanged, to conspirators,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!

    Father, adopting those whom God the Father
    drove in dark anger from the earthly paradise,

    O Satan, take pity on my long misery!



Extra Info:
Croesus was the king of Lydia (c560-546BC), famed for his wealth. He was defeated and captured by Cyrus of Persia at the taking of Sardis, and rescued by his conqueror from the pyre. (Herodotus 1.86)


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