La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
Beautiful because it is Baudelaire, nonsensical to me for I know no french.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The full version of this poem is 10 stanzas. Why is only the first listed here?