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Friedrich Nietzsche
Ode on Melancholy
Depression ah, please do not blame me,
I sharpened my quill to praise you,
I put my head above the falls to cover Teng,
Sat on a stump like a hermit-like praise you.
You often see me yesterday, there have many times
Sitting in the hot sun in the morning:
Issued to the valley greedy vultures cry,
It dreams of dead wood pile on the carrion.
Wild birds, you are mistaken, although I
Resting on my block, like the mummy!
Do not you see my eyes, it is full of festivity,
In the turn around, proud and elated.
Although it can not reach your kind of high,
Overlooking the sea of clouds can not be the most distant waves,
It therefore sink deeper in order to
Like lightning as the abyss that exist in their own light.
I used to sit so deep into the desert,
Ugly bent body, like the sacrifice of the barbarians,
And always thinking about you, melancholy, ah,
Like a penitent, even though I young!
So I sat, Yan see the flight of vultures,
Glad to hear the rolling thunder of an avalanche of sound issued,
There is no hypocrisy in your world, tell me
The truth the truth, but seriously looking too frightening.
You have a severe wild rock goddess
The girlfriend you love in my side;
You in a threatening manner pointed out to me the whereabouts of vulture
And that the avalanche to destroy my desire
Four weeks floating the teeth of the beholder:
To grab the desire of life full of pain!
In the hard rock above, where the flowers
Miss the butterflies, like the temptation of the same
All this is what I feel ─ ─ ─ ─ Trembling
Be tempted to butterflies, solitary flowers,
That vultures and that swift flowing ice streams,
Storm fury ─ ─ all for the glory of you,
Illustrious goddess, I'm deeply bent body,
Head down to the knee, and humming a hymn of terror,
Just to honor you, I was eager to
Life, life, life, firm!
Malicious goddess, please do not blame me
I've made up your beautiful poem, hushed in ruddy.
Approached you who exposed the terrible face, whoever shivering,
To whom you hand out malicious, whoever trembling.
Here I am shaking with, hum a song a song,
Position in a quivering rhythm jump:
Ink flow, wrote the play pen sharpened ─ ─
Ah, goddess, goddess, let me ─ ─ let me alone it is the!
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Sink the sun
1
You will not have much longer thirsty,
Charred heart!
Some words floating in the atmosphere,
From the breath of the people who are not strangers to me is blown,
Strong cold lump to the ... ...
I'm in the noon sun shines hot on my head:
I welcome you, you come,
Suddenly the winds blowing,
You cool afternoon wizard!
The wind strange and pure.
Not inclined to see the night with
PRIZE vision
In the glance at me? ... ...
Stay strong, my brave heart!
Do not ask, why? -
2
The day my Bliss!
Sink the sun.
Flat wavefront
Has been shining gold.
Rock Fasan Zhao heat:
Perhaps in the noontime
Happiness lies above him take a nap? -
Among the green light
Brown also asked the abyss of the shadow of happiness.
The day my Bliss!
Near dusk!
Your eyes have lost
Half of the brilliant,
Has been poured out like dew
Like tears,
The white sea has quietly flow
Love your red,
Your last shake of the Yongfu.
3
Joyous golden, ah, come on!
You are dead
Most secret and most luscious taste the taste of the pre!
- Did I go too fast to walk?
Now, my feet tired,
I did catch your eye,
I'm happy just to catch up with you.
Surrounded by only the waves and teasing.
The suffering of the past,
Sink into oblivion among the blue -
My boat is leisurely.
Storm and navigation - how to forget!
Aspirations and hopes sank,
Lying soul and the sea calm.
Seven lonely!
I have never felt
Sweet peace than it is now closer to me,
Vision of the sun warmer than it is now.
- The ice on the top of my red light do not also?
Shiny silver, light, like a fish,
Now my little boat floated in the water ... ...
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Star of the moral
Destined to orbit the star on top
Star ah, dark coherent with what you have?
Driving through the happy times!
May it has nothing to do with you and away from the tragic!
You are very far from the glory of the world,
For you, sympathy if this is a crime!
You only follow one commandment: Keep pure!
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Dedicated to the Unknown God
Again, I continue to drift
Zongmu view to the front before
I want flies to your side,
Holding my hands alone,
Which in my deepest heart
Build the altar for you solemnly,
So any time
Then I call your voice.
Deep red printed on the altar,
Writes: dedicated to the Unknown God.
I belong to him, although I still
God, who is also the ranks of obscene,
I belong to him - I felt the noose,
Among the fighting dragged me down,
Although I want to run away,
He also forced me to service workers.
I want to know you, did not know who
Who grabbed my soul deep,
Throughout my life as the storm who
You, elusive, and I relatives!
I want to know you, even serve you.
QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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Song and Thunder
I now higher than the animals and people,
I speak - no one should be.
Today I was tall and Guling -
However, Wu Li Cang why people?
I'm into this towering Albatron, -
Wait for the thunderbolt thunder sound.
SONNET
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The most lonely person
Now, when the day
Tired during the day, when all the desires of the river
Murmuring the song to bring you a new comfort
When the sky gold weave
Tired of all the soul, said: "Rest in Peace!" -
Why do not you rest it, gloomy heart,
Regardless of what your feet stimulate the blood to the run it ... ...
What are you looking forward to it?
SONNET
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Drunk song
People, ah! Watch out strike!
Deep midnight say?
"I fell asleep, I fell asleep -
I woke up from a deep dream; -
The world is deep,
Than the day the thought it would be deep.
Pain is deep -
Happy! Softer than the distressed;
Pain said: Destroy strike!
But all are required to eternal happiness -
Requires deep, deep eternity! "
SONNET