O France! On this dire anniversary
After what fashion should we sing to thee?
Or should we sing?
Or if one sang in such an hour, should we?
For, in times past, how often have we said
But vanity and folly crowned thy head,
And that in thee there was no stable thing?
Yet thou didst judge us with like jaundiced eyes–
A people gloomy as their own grey skies,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem