NaPoWriMo day twelve: a homophonic poem

So I decided to tackle a poem by Baudelaire to homophonically translate.  This is not as simple as it may sound.  Translating a poem in another language based on sound is difficult when you know the other language, even partially.  I had to rid my mind of all the French I knew and read the language as if I'd never heard it or seen it before.  Anyways, I tackled the first stanza of "l’invitation au voyage."

Mon enfant, ma soeur,

Songe a la douceur

D’aller la-bas vivre ensemble!

Aimer a loisir,

Aimer et mourir

Au pays qui te ressemble!

Les soleils mouilles

De ces ceils brouilles

Pour mon esprit ont les charmes

Si mysterieux

De tes traitres yeux,

Brilliant a travers leurs larmes.

And this is how it turned out:

My own fault, my sweet,

Sponging up delicacies,

Tallying up violent enterprises!

I aim to lose,

I aim to mourn

Or patiently and quietly reassemble.

Lay silent moments

they say, briskly.

But man is free only of shame,

mystery;

but the traitor is you,

brilliantly traversing the length of my arms.

I took some liberties. I think next time I will try German or something a tad more foreign to me.  The challenge was fun though!