Often, to amuse themselves, the men of the crew
take albatrosses, vast birds of the seas
who follow, indolent companions of the voyage
the ship sailing over the bitter gulfs
No sooner than they have laid them on the planks
than these kings of the sky, clumsy and ashamed
let piteously their great white wings
like oars, trail next to them
This winged voyager, how he is clumsy and feeble!
He, so recently so beautiful, how he is comic and ugly!
The one annoys his beak with a short clay pipe,
The other mimes, limping, the cripple who flew!
The poet is like the prince of the clouds
who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer
Exiled on the ground, in the middle of jeers,
His giant's wings prevent him from walking.
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