I translate:

Far, in the night, beyond death

above a blue star

among marvelous existences

again this convulsive soul

with its insufferable shames

exasperating

with no escape, in all the universe

where I will have to pass through

and the thought that in the end, in the supreme

light I will suffer again the torment

of not having screamed

that so much was useless.

Or perhaps this life

is the only one granted

and so it’ll exasperate me, shorten my breath,

the thought of not having screamed,

for my debased soul,

mixed with all the impotent poor

who march on earth.