Pau, Nay, Loron, he will be more fire than blood
Swimming in praise, the great man hurries to the crossroads
He will deny entry to the magpies
Pampon and Durrance will keep confine them.
With the hunger of wild beasts they will cross the rivers
Most of the country will be against Hister
The great man will find himself paraded inside a cage of iron
The German child (of the Rhine) will see nothing.
Fake versions of gold and silver multiply
Such that after the abundance they are thrown into the lake
On their rediscovery, global exhaustion and trouble
All debts are voided.
At night, via the forest, two Royals will come
Two couples, by mistake, the queen white as a stone
The king as a grey-cowled monk in Varennes:
Anointed leader, he is the cause of the storm, fire, blood, slicing.
The powerful agitation in the month of May
Saturn in Aries, Jupiter, Mercury in Taurus
Venus and also Cancer, Mars, in Virgo
Sleet will fall, larger than an egg.
Both reign and law are raised up under Venus
Saturn will hold the ascendancy over Jupiter
Both law and reign raised by the sun
The Saturnians will cause no end of trouble.
Despite all the money of Diana and Mercury
Their empty shadows will be found at the lake
For the potter in search of new clay
He and his people will be drenched with gold.
He will rise high over the one considerably to the right of him
He will remain seated on the stone square
Towards the South, placed at the window
Crooked staff in hand, his mouth pursed.
Under the saintly shadow of slavery's overthrow
Both the people and the city will take matters into their own hands
He will do worse, thanks to the perfidy of the young whore
He will be delivered to the field reading the wrong poem.
The old angel bows before the younger one
But he will rise above him in the end
He is reduced to ten years of equality with the old one
Of the three of them, only one becomes the eighth seraph.
The sky will burn at 45 degrees
Fire will approach the great new city
All of a sudden a thick wall of flame will leap upwards
When they ask for proof from the Northerners.
The new games are as a straightened switch
After the victory of the Insurbrian campaign
The Western Mountains, the great tied and bound
Both Spain and Romania tremble in fear.
The full moon will be seen at night on the high mountain
By the solitary, newly-fledged scholar
Thanks to his disciples, his teachings become immortal
His eyes turned to the southern hemisphere, hands on chest, they immolate his body.
The serpent uses its teeth in the iron cage
Where the king's seven children are held
The old men & fathers will emerge from hell's lower depths
Nay lamenting & dying to see their descendants dead.
Ghent and Brussels march against the wrong side
The London parliament will put their king to death
Salt and wine will become mixed up
The will take over the realm in the confusion.
Finally seated, at night, in secret study
At rest and alone over the bronze stool
A slender flame emerges from the wilderness
Unbelievable deeds are uttered from the wasteland.
The chief who will have led the infinite people
Far from their own skies, towards strange customs and languages
Five thousand are finished in Crete and Thessaly
The fleeing leader escapes in a grain ship.
Weapons clash in the sky for a long time
The tree in the centre of the city has fallen
Vermin, gnawing, a sword in Typhon's face
When the Hadrian king succumbs.
From deep in the Western part of Europe
A child will be born, to poor parents
He will seduce the multitude with his tongue
The noise of his reputation will grow in the Eastern kingdom
The Selin King from a peaceful Italy
Christian kingdoms of the world are united
He will wish to die lying in a cornfield
After the pirates have been chased from the sea.
The bones of the feet and hand are contained
For a long time, thanks to the noise, the house remains uninhabiied
They are disinterred by hollow dreams
The healthy and peaceful house is inhabited once again.
The valiant captain's head is sliced off
It will be thrown in front of his adversary
His body will be hung on the yardarm in front of his fleet
They will retreat in confusion, oars against the wind.