Et c’est alors / que supposement blesse /
par le commun des mortels /
qu’en habit pourpre et net /
de mes cendres fiction. /
Pour l’encore inconnu(e), / attendu(e): /
je reserecte encore et encore. /
Pour toi, / je reserecte encore et encore.
[Here is a translation into English by Lisa Munns (thanks, Lisa) who disclaims: «These are not word-for-word, in some cases a little of my own interpretation has been added. I’ve tried to make them make sense as much as is possible.»]
And it is then, that supposedly injured
By ordinary mortals
Dressed in purple and clear
Of my fictitious ashes
Once more, unknown, expected:
I will rise again
For you, I will rise again and again.