Invitation to the Voyage by Charles Baudelaire (Will James Translator)

Imagine the magic
My sister my child
Of living out there
To love (to die)
At the beginning and the end
In overcast skies  in lightning and in rain
Caught up in whirlwinds in faraway lands
Enchantments that shine
So like your eyes
That fool and disarm me
When you cry
My sister my child

There all will be beauty and opulence
Order and calm

Imagine the glow in the shadows
Of our chamber
Furnished with ancient treasures
And exotic flowers
Their fragrances mingling in the air
While mirrors are fixed
In the ceiling above
And tapestries hang on the walls
Depicting the mysteries of the East
Each part knitted into a language
Known only to the soul
Mother tongue to the whole

There all will be beauty and opulence 
Order and calm 

Imagine a rogue vessel
Floating on crystal streams
And brooks
To win your every whim
On oceans
Of day and night
Of suns going down
In cities and open fields
Of canals that catch fire
While the whole world sleeps
Rolled in precious stones
And gold

There all will be beauty and opulence 
Order and calm