If you wish, divine Ignorant,
I will be the one who knows nothing more
Then, to caress you with a wandering hand,
In the expert gesture of the worst scoundrel,
If you wish, divine Ignorant.
Let us be scandalous without being more embarrassed
Then a stag and his doe in genuine woods.
The shame, let us send it to walk.
Even exaggerated and, if not cynical,
Let us be scandalous without embarrassing ourselves.
Above all, let’s not talk about literature.
To hell with readers, authors, publishers
Above all! Let us give ourselves over to our nature
In the charming oblivion of all modesty,
And, oh! Let’s not talk about literature.
To enjoy and to sleep it will be, will you?
Our first and last function,
Our only and double virtue,
Unique consciousness, unique light,
Enjoy and sleep, lover, will you?