outland poetry
Roland Song
罗兰之歌
杜洛 dos
11th century French epic
Horn
Olivier said: "The large number of infidels,
We French people seem to single Li Bo.
Roland brother, sounded your horn:
Charles hear, he would send troops back. "
Roland replied: "I will crazy like flame,
To the lovely French, I would like to honor discarded
I might pull out a Durao Total War:
The sword made of gold will be covered with blood.
Infidels to the Pass is suicidal,
I dare say, they will die.
Charles hear, he will send back:
King will lead the men to save us out of danger. "
Roland A. Jin: "I wish my ancestors
Who were accused of I will not,
May the French will not suffer shame:
I stabbed the enemy with Durao Darfur.
My good sword around my waist;
You will see it covered with foul blood.
Infidels to the Pass is suicidal,
I dare say, they will die. "
"Roland brothers. Blew the ivory horn, said,
Charles hear, he will back to Pass;
I assure you, French people will come back. "
Roland A-made: "God bless, I hope
No one alive who does not speak
I had a pagan and sound the trumpet.
No one will not blame my ancestors.
When the fighting to the most intense,
My sword will kill off the hook
You will see the blade covered with foul blood.
The brave French people, all of them are heroes.
Spaniards never able to escape doom. "
Olivier said: "I do not feel any shame.
I have seen two of the Sahara Spain less good:
I valley covered with them, covered the top.
Wilderness plains are full of them.
This foreign military power in numbers:
And we, the number of disasters in the small. "
Roland replied; "I fight only became stronger.
The face of God and his holy angels,
How can the consequent loss of the French Honor?
Would rather die than suffer the humiliation!
We fight Yong Geng, Great like us. "
Roland brave, wise Olivier;
Two people are very brave manner.
Picked up as long as they launched weapons,
How can file their war dead is maintained.
Count them brave, noble language.
Infidels angry horse from ... ...
Death of Roland
Roland feels death approaching towards him ... ...
Seize the horn of his own, fear of being accused of
(Leave it to the pagans) and the other holding a sword.
Spain in the leisure field he walked toward a stone's throw away,
Peak of the two trees, there are four marble.
Roland on his back down in the grass ... ...
Roland think black eyes; He stood up
Make every effort to face has turned white due to loss of blood
His pain and anger to stone fencing,
Sword "boom boom" sound. But no injuries destructive.
Earl said: "Our Lady, ah, help me!
Durao Dahl, brave sword, unfortunately, you repeat itself!
Although you are now useless, but I love you as ever.
I called you so many victories, I have
White-bearded King Charles the vast territory of battle:
I hope you are not the masters of funk coward!
Your long-term carrying a warrior who is this
No one in the free French can touch him. "
Roland blasted with a sword to hit the agate stone
Sword "boom boom" sound. But no injuries destructive.
Roland can not see the sword blow off,
Total of sorrow for the Durant began:
"The sun, how bright you are!
In Morian valley, God sent an angel
To King Charles gave a count of your head,
Dear Charlie, put your great hanging on my waist.
I seized him by you and the British Anjou,
But also for his capture of Bowa Du and Mena ... ... "
Roland frequently in the brown stone fencing,
Sword "boom boom" sound, but no injuries non-destructive,
Instead, playing to half empty. See Earl hit it constantly,
Sorry it gently on its behalf:
"Durao Total ah, you beautiful and sacred!
Your circle sword made of gold covered with sacred objects,
With St. Pierre's teeth, Basil's blood,
St. Mary has Shengdenisi hair and clothing.
Infidels who deserve to have you.
Only Christians can you use
You can not fall in the hands of cowards. "
Roland feels death coming from the ground down to the heart;
He ran to the pine. Lying on the grass,
Crimping the end of the body and ivory horn Durao Darfur.
His head towards the pagan land,
To do so is to make Charlemagne
And all the French people say:
He was dead, the noble Earl died in battle.
Count Roland lay pine tree,
He turned to Spain.
He recalled past pieces:
Recall where he conquered,
Back to France and his people think,
King Charles recalled, raising his benefactor
Could not help but shed a tear gently lamented.
He will never forget these memories;
He repented sin, ask God to forgive:
"Father, ah, you never tell lies,
You gave its Shenglasaer back from the dead,
You have rescued Daniel from the lions,
Save my soul, I avoid all bad luck,
I committed the sin of this life will I drowned. "
He held out his right hand, the glove to God,
Shengjiaboli hand-pick the past.
Roland arm hanging from the branch head;
One hand, to him their lives.
God sent his angels for two products,
And risk Saint-Michel in the sea.
Shengjiaboli come with them,
With all the soul of the count on the heaven.
Odd Death
Charlemagne returned from Spain.
Back to Aix, the most beautiful place in France,
He boarded the palace, into the lobby.
Odd, a beauty to him usher.
"Where is Roland? He promised to marry my wife."
Charlie pain, tears.
He pulled a white beard: "O my sister, good friend.
The man you said he had passed away;
But as compensation, I will give you a better man
His name is Louis, I do not know how to say to you,
He is my son, will have my kingdom. "
Orde replied: "That is strange to my ears.
God, saints and angels, you have eyes,
Roland s death, how can I Gou life? "
She was pale, dead in Charlie's feet.
May God have mercy on her soul!
France Zhongchen cry for her, sorry for her.
(Hu Xiaoyue translation)
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