the cheated heart - Arthur Rimbaud

je t'adore Arthur Rimbaud! je t'aime, monsieur. I love all of his works, he gave a very excellent touch to every single of his poem. 

My poor heart dribbles at the sternMy heart covered with caporalThey squirt upon it jets of soupMy poor heart dribbles at the sternUnder the gibes of the whole crewWhich burst out in a single laugh, 

My poor heart dribbles at the sternMy heart covered with caporal.
Ithypallic, erkish, lewd,Their gibes have corrupted it.In the wheelhouse you can see graffiti*Ithypallic, erkish, lewd.O abracadantic wavesTake my heart that it may be cleansed!Ithypallic, erkish, lewd,Their gibes have corrupted it 

When they have finished chewing their quidsWhat shall we do, o cheated heart?It will be bacchic hiccups thenWhen they have finished chewing their quidsI shall have stomach heavings thenI can swallow down my heart:When they have finished chewing their quidsWhat shall we do, o cheated heart?