Question

Please translate

Answer 1

The beauty
  I am beautiful, mortal! Like a dream of stone,
  And my breast, where each one has bruised by turns,
  Is made to inspire the poet a love
  Eternal and mute as well as matter.
  I throne in the azure like a misunderstood sphinx;
  I unite a heart of snow to the whiteness of the swans;
  I hate the movement that moves the lines,
  And I never cry and never laugh.
  The poets, before my great attitudes,
  That I seem to borrow from the most proud monuments,
  Consume their days in austere studies;
  For I have, to fascinate these docile lovers,
  Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:
  My eyes, my wide eyes with eternal light!