Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has In the cloudy silence of the heart Proceeded to the lost depths of things To the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt Toi, Homme en devenir, n'as-tu plus d'autels que spulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with it's unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers?