My child, my sister,
Think of the sweetness
To go there to live together!
To love at leisure
To love and to die
In the land that looks like you!
The watery suns
Of these cloudy skies
If mysterious
Have the charms, to my mind,
Of your treacherous eyes
Shining through their tears

There, all is just order and beauty
Luxury, calm, and sensuality

Gleaming furniture
Polished by the years
Would decorate our room
The rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With the faint scent of amber
The rich ceilings
The deep mirrors
The oriental splendor
There, everything would speak
Its soft native tongue
Secretly, to the soul

There, all is just order and beauty
Luxury, calm, and sensuality

See, on these canals,
Those vessels sleep
Whose mood is roaming
It is to satisfy
Your slightest desire
That they come from the end of the world
- The setting suns
Clothing the fields
The canals, the whole city,
In hyacinth and gold
The world falls asleep
In a warm light

There, all is just order and beauty
Luxury, calm, and sensuality

Charles Baudelaire