"The Litanies Of Satan" Charles Baudelaire

Oh you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Oh, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,
who, vanquished, always recovers more strongly,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know everything, king of the underworld,
the familiar healer of human distress,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach even lepers, accursed pariahs,
through love itself the taste for Paradise,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Oh you who on Death, your ancient true lover,
engendered Hope – that lunatic charmer!
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who grant the condemned that calm, proud look
that damns a whole people crowding the scaffold,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what corners of envious countries
a jealous God hid those stones that are precious,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye knows the deep caches
where, buried, the race of metals slumbers,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose huge hands hide the precipice,
from the sleepwalker on the sky-scraper’s cliff,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who make magically supple the bones
of the drunkard, out late, who’s trampled by horses,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who taught us to mix saltpetre with sulphur
to console the frail human being who suffers,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who set your mark, o subtle accomplice,
on the forehead of Croesus, the vile and pitiless,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who set in the hearts and eyes of young girls
the cult of the wound, adoration of rags,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
The exile’s staff, the light of invention,
confessor to those to be hanged, to conspirators,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Father, adopting those whom God the Father
drove in dark anger from the earthly paradise,
Oh Satan, take pity on my long misery!