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‘Beyond all other gods of heaven and earth
I worship your untamed and immutable power,
Goddess of the old days, lame fate.
This relentless, blind and solitary power
Crushes my pride and my strength, and I see
That we try in vain to escape your inflexible laws.
The people loved the yoke that enchained them,
Rome was sleeping in peace on its triumph cart,
Oracles were watching over your regal slumber.
Now, from Fate’s sovereign strength
May you crush Rome’s golden scepter in my hands,
And Sapor will avenge the Franks and the Germans.
I have put up straight the altar of the gods of the Nation,
And I perceive already time trampling to its feet
The old deserted temples of my forgotten gods.
To the cult of the past, I have devoted my life.
Soon under its rubble, it will bury me.
The past is dying in me, Victory to the future !
The Genie of the Empire
Do not fear the future, thou of which the hands are pure,
O last defender of a deserted cult,
Who wanted to carry on his own shoulders all the withering
Of the old roman world, and cover its filth
With the mantle of your glory and purity.
In vain your enemies have cursed your memory
Wishing it to be execrated through the centuries to come;
The sword is in your hands: Incorruptible history
Will tell how much it took to the lover of glory
Of strength and virtue to not use it.
Fortune will strike a wound for a wound
To these new nations now favored,
When their crimes will reach beyond measure.
But a thousand years will pass without washing the insult,
Because Nemesis is slow to avenge the vanquished.
O Cesar, you will die under a roman weapon.
Slow paced justice will one day erase
This surname of ‘apostate’ given by hate;
But the world shaken in its fall is taking you with it,
And your forbidden cult with you will perish.
And for me, I will follow you because I am the genie
Of Rome and of the Empire; uniting our efforts,
Your enemies, mine, tired of my agony,
Are striving to see the last sun set upon the Nation,
Let’s give them way, Fate demands it, our gods are no more.’
Source: Original French from
by Louis Menard.
Paris- George Cres- 1911.
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