Don Juan in Hell
When Don Juan had descended to the waves
Of Hell, and given coin for Charon's chores,
A beggar with Antisthenes' proud gaze
Took an avenger's grip around the oars.
Showing their hanging breasts through open gowns,
Sad women writhed beneath that blackened sky;
Like victims chosen for the kil1ing ground
They trailed behind him, lowing moumfully.
Sganarelle badgered him to get his pay,
While Don Luis, with trembling gesture there,
Showed all the dead who lined the waterway
That shameless son, who'd mocked his old grey hair.
Quivering with grief, Elvira, chaste and thin,
Near to her lover and unfaithful spouse,
Seemed to be begging one last smile of him,
In which would shine the grace of his first vows.
A great stone man, stiff in his uniform,
Was the stem helmsman on that gloomy run,
But our calm hero, bent upon his sword,
Stared at the wake, and gave his glance to none.
Přeložil James McGowan