outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Miguel de Unamuno
Christ Lake
White night. Crystal opacity of the water
Quietly in sleep in the lake bed,
Round is over the moon,
Led an army of stars
Guarding; a holy oak burly
Mirror in the flat as a mirror of the lake;
White night, the water acts as the cradle of the night,
Let Sleeping up to the deepest thoughts.
This is a day of rip ah, nature
The days of holding in her arms - day has been split,
When it falls from the top of the lower bound,
Now it is quiet at night whispers
For the lover's prayer - and love goodbye,
The only part forever with his wealth.
(Flying White translation)
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Castilla
Castile's land, you raised me.
Rough hand in your palm,
L cool to warm you and your sky
Your master.
Strong earth, lean earth, open land
Heart and numerous numerous arm's mother,
Now you also dressed in old glory
The old color.
Your naked wilderness four weeks
Concave dome of the sky blue grass phase,
Your body, the cradle of the sun, there is grave,
There is also the temple.
You are the vertices around the vast,
I think in your body up to the sky,
Here, your wilderness, to breathe
Is the hilltops of the air.
(Wang central music translation)
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I want to die with open eyes
I want to die with open eyes,
Which keep you clear of the mountains that,
- Shanai their air of my life -
Your eternal heart mountains toward the sun,
I dream of Spain!
You with me into the quiet one's mind,
Properly cast your image of that glorious;
Rock your body as my refuge,
Your memory in me sleeping countless centuries
I dream of Spain!
Make my eyes become grass two,
Swig of your brilliance, my sun, the earth
Mother, ah, you still land on my trail
The sun shines on you as their comfort,
Give me comfort in Spain!
Bears young sprout of Razor Hill,
Formed in the depths of my heart your picture,
In the continuous passage of the world to the world below,
Strengthened the confidence to re-see the hope,
Give me comfort in Spain!
I was going to die with open eyes,
With chest deep in your youth,
My body is still in post-harvest Jinhuang Tian;
You want the sun to sleep in my bed of gold-plated,
Give me comfort I dream of Spain!
(Wang central music translation)
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