outland poetry
anthology
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George Gordon Byron
"Don Juan" (excerpt)
Chapter I (Excerpt)
(Look for heroes)
A
Say fresh, I suffer no hero can write,
Despite today's world, a hero is not poor after another;
Every year, every month, newspapers and magazines at great length,
And then after that: he were not a true hero;
Therefore, I will not repeat what others say on these, and
And want to read today that our old friend Don Juan -
We have all seen him play, he short-lived enough,
It seems no time to be little devils to take away their later years.
II
Vernon the previous generation there, Wolf, Hawk, Kai Pei,
Executioner Cumberland, Gelang Bei, and so general,
For better or worse it, finally being talked about a while
Like today's Weisi Lai, signs also mark off names.
Oh, these servants of the reputation that "sow's cubs class",
Have swagger, like Banquo's Shadow Emperor workers;
Similarly, France has a Napoleon Dumo Ai,
In the "Herald", "Awaken the News" won the record on both.
C
France also Condorcet, Brissot, Mirabeau,
Lafayite, Pei Song, Dandong, Guatemala, Pakistan that her husband,
We know that they are famous,
In addition, there has not been forgotten, for example:
Joubert, Osh, Marceau, Rana, Desai, Morrow,
And many military fighter is difficult to do the above.
They have one o'clock are very, very Yuan He,
However, the use of it in my poetry is not suitable.
IV
Nelson was once Britannia's god of war,
Unfortunately it is too soon to change the customs;
Trafalgar man is no longer mentioned,
It has been buried together with our hero;
Day by day because of the prestige of the Army Longsheng,
How can the Navy profession is not affected,
Moreover, we have the backing of the Prince only for the Army,
To Hao, Duncan, Nelson, Jervis are forgotten.
V
Far more than a hero Agamemnon,
Before and after him, but also the generation that had a lot of JJ,
Although the brave 'like him, but each has its advantages;
However, just because did not stay in the Psalms Hui,
The world will be forgotten. - I do not want to point out errors,
But honestly, I can not find who the contemporary
For my poems (that is, this new verse),
So, I said, I _select_ed the Don Juan.
Chapter I (Excerpt)
(From the satirical poet)
Two hundred and thirteen
But now, thirty years, I sides white hair,
(Who knows about forty And how?
A few days ago I also thought of wearing a wig -)
My heart is old even faster; brief said,
May I have my summer to splurge,
Now 打不起精神 and contests;
My life with interest have been exhausted,
Where there is a sense of the kind of invincible?
Two hundred and fourteen
Alas, gone, gone, - my heart never
That fresh vigor, like the morning dew,
It enables us to from all the lovely scene
Brewed fresh and beautiful all the feelings,
Like honey bees spawn, hidden in the atrium;
But you may think that more and more rich honey Gan?
No, it is not outside the original, but by your
Have the ability to charm double flowers.
Two hundred and fifteen
Alas, gone, gone - my heart Oh,
You no longer are my everything, my universe!
Over the past spirit of thousands, and now _set_ aside,
You are no longer the root of my fortune;
That illusion is gone forever: you numb,
That's not bad, because in your cooling,
I got a lot of insight,
Although heaven knows how bitter it comes.
Two hundred and sixteen
I finished the day about love. No matter how charming:
Girls Ye Hao, his wife Ye Hao, not to mention widows,
Side has not made me like the old obsession -
In short, my past life is not repeated.
I no longer fit the soul has illusions
Heavy drinking red wine have also been discouraged;
But somehow a little bit to the old habit good sir,
I think I better go greedy way.
Two hundred and seventeen
"Aggressively" once my idol, but it has been
'Sad "and" pleasure "of the altar before the crushing;
God only gave me two left a lot of token,
My free time enough for Shen Simo;
Now, like Francis Bacon's bronze head, I have finished:
"Now, in the past, when no longer"; youth are precious,
But I am exhausted precious youth in a timely manner:
Consumption in love on the mind, head for the rhyme.
Two hundred and eighteen
What what of fame? But that is
Where Paul variable occupies a small corner space,
Some people liken it to climbing a mountain,
It is also filled with the top of the clouds;
Just for this, people say, they write, and preach,
Heroes fight, the poet, "Bingzhe night candle"
Good when I turned into ashes, you can get on the boast
A name, a bad photo, and the worse of the statue.
Two hundred and nineteen
People want what is it? Egyptian Pharaohs
Cheops built the first pyramid,
For his prowess and his mummy
Immortal, making the tower was the most tall,
But he did not expect, his tomb is stolen,
Coffin did not leave even a little gray.
Alas, we can see, both you and I,
Why should pin their hopes on legislation monument?
Two hundred and twenty
However, read all the documents I have always loved philosophy,
I used to masturbate, said: "Alas, students as fleeting,
This body but trash, free of any harvest of death;
Your youth finally flies far from satisfactory,
Even as you wish to live over again,
It still goes one, sir, the grateful
Your stars; all the circumstances not too bad after all:
Read your "Bible" it, taking care of your wallet. "
Chapter II (excerpt)
Haidée
One hundred and seventeen
Her hair is brown, I said,
But her eyes were black like death,
Eyelashes are also black, like velvet bent,
It contains infinite charming; because when the moon
From the edge of the flash raven out
Even so fast there is no force arrows:
It seems to be coiled snake suddenly straightened
Suddenly it's toxic to people throwing full.
One hundred eighty-three
It was a cool moment of the celebration,
Is not a red into the blue ridges and peaks,
Silence of nature, dark and still,
If the whole world is melting in the meantime;
Their side of the sea is calm and cool,
One side is curved like a crescent mountains,
Rose only a star in the sky,
It is shining, much like an eye.
One hundred eighty-four
And so they wander arm in arm forward,
Guangcan stepping on shells and colored gravel,
Sometimes flat and hard through the sand,
Sometimes for many years into the wind and rain erosion by
And the formation of caves, as if carefully arranged,
A hall, a spar of the roof and bedroom;
Alongside them bend beneath, to arm one last dance,
Oh, purple sun_set_ has enabled them intoxicated.
Year fifty
They looked up and clouds of fire that
Like a blood-red sea, broad and bright,
They are overlooking the sea was sparkling Caribbean,
The round moon rose over the sea is,
They listen to the waves splashing and small wind,
They also saw the eyes languishing
Black eyes from exposure to each other's heart,
So compared to suffer lips, then a honey kiss.
One hundred eighty-six
Oh, a long kiss, love, youth
The gift of beauty, they all effort to the note,
Like sunlight concentrated at a single point,
This young man was only a kiss kiss come;
At that time the soul, heart and sensory harmonious resonance,
Blood is lava, the pulse is fire, every caress,
Every searing kiss: this force
I think it must be measured by its length.
One hundred eighty-seven
I said the length of that time; them a kiss
God knows how long! - Of course they did not calculate;
Even counted, I'm afraid could not compute
How rich one second that the beauty;
Who do not speak, only to feel attracted to each other,
Heart and soul and lips as if each call,
Once convergence, like bees glue together
Their hearts are flowers and stuffed with honey out.
One hundred eighty-eight
Them away from the world, but unlike the small room in the
Was a person lonely kind of feeling,
The sea was quiet, the stars flashed on the Gulf,
Dark red sun_set_, getting dark,
Sand around the silent, dripping caves,
So that they could not help but cling more tightly;
If this world no life
Only two of them, and they will live forever.
One hundred eighty-nine
In that lonely beach, they are not afraid
Eyes and ears to spy, and no night terror;
They have each other is enough. Language though not many,
Interrupted only words, already enjoy spit v.;
Oh, all warm and enthusiastic rhetoric taught
How, and have expressed a sigh as
The mysteries of nature - love, this revelation
It is the gift of Eve, the daughter of future generations.
One hundred ninety
Haidée no worries, does not require vows,
Myself do not swear, because she heard
A love of the girl would be deceived,
Or must be combined with all its promise;
She is very pure and ignorant like a bird,
Running away is only happy when their partner,
A way never dreamed of a change of heart,
So also did not mention a word loyalty.
One hundred ninety-one
She loves, but also be love; her worship,
Also worshiped: they of the heavens,
Heated soul to pour toward each other,
If the soul can die, it had died of enthusiasm!
But they gradually began to sober sanity,
But the resurgence of the feelings, once again fans Shen;
Haidée the jerks close to his chest and heart,
It seems to never leave it beating.
One hundred ninety-two
Hey, they are so young, so beautiful
So lonely, so love can not love,
That moment the mind is always the most abundant
None of them have the power to its jurisdiction,
So escape the sins committed by death,
Must make the eternal fire of hell to punish
This is a moment of pleasure - mortal in order to donate
Each other to pleasure or pain, you have to suffer from this crime.
Nineteen forty
They looked at each other, their eyes
Shining in the moonlight; her white arm
Arms around Don Juan's head, he hugged her,
His hand half buried in the braids in the grip;
She sat on his lap, drinking his sigh,
He also drinks her, and finally out of breath,
In this way, they form a group of statues,
With the ancient Greek style, love the half-naked.
One hundred ninety-five
That the emotional and fiery hour later,
Don Juan in her arms holding the sleep and lifeless,
She did not sleep, but gently and firmly
Dedicated to her breast, he went Jiaomei pillow;
Sometimes her eyes look up, sometimes to see him,
Pale cheek was warm cuddle her chest,
Oh, her mind is how broad the joy
In order to give and will give it all.
One hundred ninety-seven
Because he slept so quiet, so lovely
His entire life, and we played a resonance,
He was so gentle, static, weak, weakness,
He gives those who have no conscious joy
His experience confirmed and processing in all human
Are not into the deep, remote and can not find,
This is what you love, and charming and there is no lack fallacy
Like the dead, not to give people the horrors of death.
One hundred ninety-eight
This girl looked at her lover, and that moment
Love, night and ocean are the most lonely,
Together they put into her lonely soul;
Oh, this alone, and rugged sandstone cliffs,
She and her lover suffer well-storm
Build a love nest, and Renhuan all away,
The space concept of groups of stars all over the world,
I could not find any more joy than her face.
Two hundred and two
Haidée and natural as partners do not understand all that,
Haidée is a passion born in her hometown
Three times the bright sun shone on the issue of who
Even the bright eyes of her people are very hot kiss;
She was born just to love, for _select_ed
A lover to his total of a heart,
No matter what she elsewhere; heaven, hell,
Nothing to do with her: her heart is jumping in here!
Two hundred and three
Oh, the surging passion! Atrium of the jerks!
We do have to sacrifice much to pay!
But the heart of the very cause and effect and flavor,
Call monitoring its "wisdom" had action:
Quickly obsessed with the beautiful words of truth,
Good deprived of "fun" magic; "conscience" are the same:
It is hard to explain kind of our motto,
And so good - can not blame the card color to pumping Swiss donate.
Two hundred and four
Well, in this desolate coast, their hearts
Has been engaged, and the stars, that the torch ceremony
A control these beautiful more beautiful,
The ocean is a witness, caves are the wedding couch,
Feelings for them Zhuhun, loneliness is the pastor -
And so they married; the rock under
In their view is the happiness of heaven,
They see each other and the Angels are no different.
Two hundred and twelve
According to Plato, it is aesthetic experience,
Is the spread of the senses in every possible way,
It is purely spiritual, the great and wonderful,
Since the sky landing on between heaven and earth filled with;
Should not it, that life is too boring.
In short, it is to use your own eyes,
Coupled with a sense to show two small
The clay body of the bunched up by the flammable.
Two hundred and fourteen
Mind like the sky, is a part of heaven,
It also has alternating day and night, and the sky as
Sometimes it cover on a cloud, lightning flashed,
Also enjoy the rampant, becoming dark no light;
But once they are burning, piercing, and tear,
Sinister cloud will die out into the rain;
Cemented by the eyes, the tears out of the effort,
This is our life, the British weather.
Chapter III (excerpt)
The Isles of Greece
A
Greek Islands Oh, the beautiful Greek Islands!
Saffo hot here and sung;
Here, the art of war and peace, and Xing,
Di Luosi rise, leaping out of the sea Apollo!
Island of eternal summer, also into gold-plated,
However, apart from the sun, everything has been depressed.
II
Kaew Muse, Theo's muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
The original in your shore won a reputation
Now in this birthplace of hand, dumb;
Oh, that song is far westward,
Far more than your ancestors "Island Paradise."
C
The mountains look on Marathon -
Marathon looks on the sea;
I was alone in meditation, where a quarter of an hour,
Greece is still free and happy dreams;
Because, when I stand in the Persian tomb,
I can not imagine that he is a slave.
IV
A king sat high stone hill
Sarah looked at the close of the stand in overseas;
Ten million by the ship stopped at the foot,
How many teams all were his!
He counted them at dawn,
But when the sun where they are?
V
Oh, they are now safe in? Thou,
My country? In the silent land,
Heroic ode now silent -
The heroic bosom beats no more!
Do you always solemn harp,
Long divine, Degenerate into hands playing get?
Six
Ye Hao, in the middle of a slave nation, the
Despite the honors have been in decay, the
At a minimum, a patriot of anxiety,
Also makes me blush for the song;
Because, what the poet here for?
For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear.
Seven
Do we have to on time Beiku
And ashamed? - Our ancestors are bleeding.
Oh earth! The remains of the Spartan
From your arms and sent back some!
Even the three hundred grant,
To make a new Thermopylae to life!
Eight
How, or silent? All dumb?
No! You listen to the ancient Spirits of heroes
Just as the distant waterfall, like noise,
They said: "As long as there is a living
Zhang Hongbao, we come, come! "
Alas! Just living down cold.
Nine
Come, come; try another tone:
Refill a glass of wine of Samos!
Savage left the war in Turkey,
Get out of Austria's grape juice blood shed!
Listen Oh, how active each alcoholic
This is an honor to respond to the call!
Ten
You also retain the choreography Rick Bailey,
But Rick Bailey phalanx gone?
This is two courses, and why only remember one,
And the noble and strong lesson forgotten?
Demo Kay Adams made the font for you -
Is he a slave to teach?
One by one
Filled up the cup of wine of Samos!
Let us and put aside this topic!
This wine had so Ana Ke Ruiweng
Made for the sacred song; Yes, he bowed to
Pori Crane end Sri Lanka, a tyrant,
But at least we have people tyrant.
Or two
克索尼萨斯 of a tyrant
Is free of the most gallant friend:
M leaving a tyrant far too Adrian!
Oh, I wish now we can have
Like a tyrant and his shrewd,
He will unite us from humiliation!
Thirteen
Filled up the cup of wine of Samos!
In Sullivan's rock, Baja shore,
Who lived in a family of descendants of the brave,
Is indeed the mother of the support of Sparta;
There, perhaps the seed has been spread
He is a true mass assassination Claes origin.
Fourteen
Westerners do not rely on the cause of freedom,
They have a king to do business;
Native sword, local soldiers,
Is the only hope for strikes;
But Turkish force and Latin fraud,
Will also complementary to punch through your shield.
Fifteen
Filled up the cup of wine of Samos!
Under the shade of our girls are dancing -
I see their shiny black eyes,
However, looking at each bright girl
My eyes to the tears of the fans for the hot,
Does it have breast-feeding a slave?
Sixteen
I climbed the cliff Dengsu Niamey,
There, the waves will be only me and that
Can hear each other waft the whispers,
I do like the swan died of the same song;
I do not belong to my country of slaves -
Simply to break that glass of Samos!
IV (excerpt)
Haidée (continued)
Thirteen
Haidée and Don Juan did not think dead things
This world, this atmosphere is suitable for them too,
Time is also impeccable, we think it can fly,
Do they see themselves, it is beyond reproach;
Each is the other side of the mirror, who to see who
Sparkling eyes shining with joy are to:
They know that this gem general flash
Is simply a reflection of their eyes affectionately.
Twenty-one
I do not know how reason to when they gaze
The moment of sun_set_, as if in their heart
Sudden attack with a burst of joy trembling,
Like a cold wind blew the flame or strings,
A voice tremble, and the other body shivering,
Everyone passing touch uneasy feeling that
This makes Don Juan sent down low sigh,
Emission Haidée crystal teardrop eyes.
Twenty-two
Her eyes opened wide the Prophet, and
Best view in the following and passing of the sun,
With the brilliant light as if round sink,
Fun on the last day they will die;
Don Juan looked at her, Bu ask their own destiny,
He was Qisuan, but there is no reason to sorrow,
Therefore, his eyes looking into her eyes
The reason behind this sorrow (at least enough for him mysterious.)
Two to three
She turned to him smile, but smile
The others mood to laugh, and then reverse the face,
No matter what she was alerted to it, this feeling
Was quickly dispelled by the wise or self-esteem;
When Don Juan Zhuang half mentioned to her half-harmonic
Their hearts were feeling this is not Kyrgyzstan,
She said: "If a calamity - but that is not possible,
At least I will not live to see it happen. "
Twenty-four
Don Juan also ask down, if not her lips
Pressure on his lips, so that he can not silence;
She took a warm kiss and a feeling of a fight
Her heart finally get rid of completely bad omen.
Yes, this is the best way to relieve boredom,
Some people like to worry about pouring wine: This is also true that
I've tried both; So, who will try,
Distressed and headaches can be optional for one.
Twenty-eight
They live in the forest, like the nightingale-like
Singing amused and seclusion; They had not
In the so-called "society" in the heart of the lonely,
And "hate", "evil," "worry" breathe together;
Where the mind free people Luoluoguage,
The most sweet birds sang only in pairs and habitat,
Eagles fly alone, while the crows and seagulls
The same as the people of the world, just do not go around carrion.
Twenty-nine
Now, the young girl, and Don Juan faces leaning by face
Is to love each other to enjoy afternoon sleep.
It was while taking a nap, sleep is not heavy,
Because from time to time seems to have a premonition
The Don Juan Qingchan, and pass over his body;
Lips like a stream in Haidée muttered,
Made music with no words; her face was a dream
Xunde like the wind in the general red roses.
X (excerpt)
Eighth
"The good old days" to bring my heart
All of Scotland: the blue mountains,
Valley clear water, and the River Don,
Tartan, knot hair band, the feelings of my youth,
Balgonie black flow under the bridge, and my
The initial tender dream, like Banquo's ghost
Have crossed my eyes: Oh, this memory is indeed
"Good time" glimpse, do not control how naive.
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
Home sweep the school production of Fuqin
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When We Two Parted
When We Two Parted,
In silence and tears,
Feeling that years of isolation,
We can not help but heartbreaking;
Your face is cold, pale,
Your kiss is more like Leng,
Oh, that moment is heralded
I am sad today.
Morning dew condensation,
Chill on my brow
It felt like a
A warning to me at the moment.
Your vows are all broken,
Your behavior is so frivolous:
People mention your name,
I listened to shame.
I mentioned them in front of you,
Cries like a death knell;
My whole body tremble -
Why are you so dear?
I knew no one knows you,
Oh, they were too familiar - the
I will long, long regret,
Deeply to tell.
In secret we met you and I,
I also sadness and sorrow,
You actually deceived me,
Your heart could forget.
If many years later,
We also occasionally meet
What I am going to call you?
And tears, saying nothing.
1808
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
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Tin Yong Yong
Your boundless spirit of the eternal ghost!
Free Oh, you are most brilliant in the dungeon!
For there thy habitation is the heart -
That heart, and only take orders for your love;
When you are brought to the yoke of believers,
Sacrifice in the dark of the dungeon,
Their country respected,
Freedom's reputation on every wind.
Chillon! Corner of your prison into the Holy Land,
The ground you into a dark altar,
Because there walked Bernie Walter
India under the deep mark, as if thy cold pavement
Is the grass of the earth! Do not obliterate it Footprint
From tyranny to God for help.
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
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The rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept
A
The rivers of Babylon we sat down
Grief and crying, we thought of the day
Killing our enemies how to cry in
Burned towering Jerusalem Temple:
And you, O daughter of her miserable!
Scattered all weeping fled.
II
While sadly we sat by the river
Looked at the foot of the river flowing free,
They demanded the song; Oh, no!
We will not bow in the matter!
This right hand is always preferred skinny,
But our play harp for aliens!
C
I put that in the Liu Shao harp hanging head,
Oh, Jerusalem! Its sound is free;
Think of your glory ruined the moment,
It remains confused you stay with me here:
Oh, I do not make it beautiful tone
And mixed with the voices of tyranny!
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
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恰尔德哈洛 de Travels (excerpt)
Chapter I (Excerpt)
Line out of the country
Adieu, adieu! My country's coast
Disappeared in the sea at the end;
Tao tumultuous roaring, the evening wind lament
Gulls scream endlessly.
West Ramp slowly red sea,
Wind catching up with my boat,
To the sun, the temporary farewell to you,
Oh my hometown, bye!
Not when the sun will come out,
Began a new day,
I would call the blue sky, blue sea,
But hard to find my home.
Has been no shortage of beautiful Dizhai figure,
Oven fire is out evaporated,
Dense bunch grass on the wall,
Dog whine at the door.
"Come, come, my little nunnery!
How sad you cry?
You are afraid of the sea surging waves,
Or fear the wrath of the wind?
Do not cry, reach tears dry;
Ship fast and secure:
Falcon the fastest in our house it is difficult
Fly like so lightweight. "
"The wind just scream, wave just called,
I am not afraid of risk shock waves,
However, the son Oh, you do not have to wonder
Why am I so sad.
Because this time I take leave of his father,
And mother and I separated,
Leave them, I no family,
Only you - and God.
"Bless me father, peace Geely,
How not complaining;
Mother sighed and ultimately,
I look forward to turning the house. "
"Come, come, my boy!
No wonder you cry to the dozen;
If, as naive as you,
I will not do tears.
"Come, come, my good partner when!
How pale you pale?
You are afraid the French invaders fierce mad, ①
Or fear of ferocious storm? "
"Son, you When I afraid to die?
I'm not the kind of pustule,
Miss home because his wife,
This pale and haggard before.
"On that lake, not far away from your family,
I am a wife and children lived,
Child to his father of the sound of crying,
Asked my wife Zensheng answer? "
"Come, come, my good partner!
Who do not know your sorrow,
My Mind is frivolous indifference,
Smile went to the country away from home. "
Who would believe that his wife or mistress
Insincere sorrow?
Two had just also torrential such as injection,
And sweet smile of a new love.
I do not for the immediate distress and sadness,
Mourning is not as old friends;
Sad'd: like the world did not
I should throw light slivery tears.
Now I am a lonely,
Drifting in the open sea;
I did not up_set_ any person,
Why should I grieve for others?
I left sad dogs bark endlessly
Has a new master;
Before long, if I'm near to,
I will bite half to death.
Boats Oh, thanks to you, speeding swiftly,
That the surging waves across;
Let you take me to different places,
Only the Mo back to my hometown.
I hail to you, the vast blue sea!
When the land came to the present,
I cheered that grotto, shortage of Egypt!
Oh my hometown, bye!
Translated by Yu Yang
① At the time, swept the European continent with the United Kingdom is in the pay of Napoleon in France
War status. Childe Harold's ship sailed from England, Portugal;
Off the coast of France to go through.
Gift 伊涅兹
1
To refrain from laughing at me a little sad,
Hey! I can not smile to greet;
God grant you never moved to tears
Or a sudden cry never hurt.
2
You do not want to understand, what is troubling
In my youth, joy and corrosion?
But I do not know you like to know,
This pain is difficult for me even you admitted to?
3
Neither love nor hate,
More difficult to achieve non-humble ambitions;
Situation made me feel their hateful
And abandoned by the love of my past:
4
But from the hear, see and experience
Had tired of feeling:
Americans do not make me feel happy;
Your eye does not make me ecstatic.
5
Vagrants as the legendary Hebrew depression,
It was destiny, unable to escape,
He would not pry into the darkness of hell,
Can not hope to die before the rest.
6
Where to escape, to get rid of the body in the unfortunate
Even if the drift to more distant places,
Either fled to where it is entangled,
This poison the life of diabolical ideas.
7
However, people still wallow in false joy,
I never tired of them feel tasty;
Oh! Let them stay a few days in a good dream,
As I always do not like waking dreams of!
8
Fate had me wandering the place has a lot of
With a number of regrettable to Shihai memory;
But my only consolation is I know:
The most unfortunate experience is not surprising.
9
What is most unfortunate? Why ask in the end,
Do not probe whether mercy;
Laugh - hard not to pull the curtain,
The man to see clearly the heart of hell.
Yangxilingyi
Chapter II (excerpt)
Nine
You were there! Your life and love,
Are gone, my love and life to despair;
Overwhelmed by your lingering in my mind, remember,
Teach me how to recognize that you have really died?
Well - we will meet again, I will do dream
Imagine using this to fill my empty heart:
As long as no memory left in the reunion of the time,
Regardless of my fate, as long as you tranquil soul,
This is equivalent to get my great happiness, great comfort!
Two to three
We will silently remember, and when the dead of night,
They once loved, though love has gone;
Mourning heart alone with children was hit by the enthusiasm,
Although alone and still miss the companion of the past.
Young love and joy of youth gone unfinished,
This is the person who wants to go to the old for no reason? Hey,
Would help if this is the harmony of the soul of each discrete
Before the on_set_ of the death, life is not very mean!
Youth who do not want to redo it? Oh, happy and happy age!
Twenty-five
Sitting in meditation on the rocks, facing the mountains and rivers;
Slow the pace of visits with that dark forest,
Where people live free from the jurisdiction of the beast,
Deserted not to, or is a rare one pass;
Climb the unknown, no way to follow the mountains,
That there are no people to raise above the beasts;
Hovering near the cliff and waterfall, all alone;
This is not solitude, but with the feminine nature meet,
She spread out the wealth of treasures in front of you, make you thin interesting.
Yangxilingyi
Chapter III (excerpt)
A
Lovely child, your face can be like your mother?
Last met, your innocent blue eyes and smile,
My family and raise her daughter alone mind, Ida!
Then broke up - not soda that was,
Then there is hope. -
Suddenly I was shocked:
Is surrounded by rolling waves, the wind sigh;
I go; drifting goes, do not know;
But that the coast has faded before my eyes,
Albee temperature is no longer made me joy, or made me depressed.
II
Went to the sea! Home by the sea again!
I welcome you, welcome you, roaring waves!
My body under the surging tide of the horse as the main knowledge;
Driving me away, regardless of where taken,
Although the mast tight as to shake like a reed,
Although the broken sail floating in the wind in the chaos,
But I still had to wander to his home,
Because I like rocks falling from a grass,
Adrift in the ocean, regardless of the storm and more fierce, how high waves.
C
In the golden age of youth, I was singing one,
That wandering heart against his rebellious depression;
Now, said from the beginning of the last things to mention,
Clouds as high winds pushed forward, so I put it in the final analysis.
From this story, I found traces of past thinking,
There are tears dried, they are gradually annihilated
But leaving a desolate path; to from here,
With a heavy footsteps, marching sand of life, years
Passing out; this life in the final sand, not a flower leaf.
IV
Perhaps because of the passion of youth, joy and pain,
My heart, I have broke a piano string,
They will be the issue of harsh noise sound
Now repeating the old tune, for fear it is difficult to improve;
Although my tunes are dull, depressed, refusing to
However, with this song for the children to help me out
Selfish joys and sorrows of dreams - what a repulsive,
Therefore I forget all revel in the realm,
It at least for me (and only me) is not a useless topic.
V
With the experience of anyone who is not by age,
Familiar with this tragic world, seen through the life,
Then he will see it all does not matter;
Earthly honor, ambition, sadness, struggle, love,
Are no longer hurt him with that knife heart
Stay silent and severe pain in his heart;
Thought he knew how to retire to a lonely cave,
And that cave, but full of lively imagination,
Mind in the crowded old and still keep the image intact.
Six
In order to create and live in the creation of more lively
We all dream into a concrete image,
At the same time according to our fantasy lives and life,
In short, as I now read the poem.
What am I? Empty. You do not like
My thoughts and spirit! I'm with you wandering around,
Although not visible, but always looked forward to Vientiane,
I have, and you become unaware of one,
You are always by my side, even in my emotional exhaustion on the occasion.
Seven
But I should not want to get so hot mad, messy,
I've been thinking too gloomy, but also too much
My mind in turmoil boiling, over-tired,
Sharp changes into a ball with enthusiasm and flame vortex.
Starting from a young age, my heart unfettered,
So my fountain of life has been affected by the poison.
Too late! I have not, therefore I am, however,
Although the time cure the pain, I can still endure;
Although still able to eat the bitter fruit, and not blame fate, self-pity.
Or two
But he soon come to realize, that his own
Not fit with the company of most people, hang out in the crowd;
He was out of tune with the people, interests quite different;
Qiken echo, though his soul,
When they were young, their thinking had been overcome;
His maverick, Zenken the sovereignty of the heart
Ceded to those who are opposed to the mind mediocre;
Pride in solitude, because even if alone,
When in solitude, do not have a life, will be found.
Thirteen
The mountains are close friends like his,
Billowing waves of the sea is his home;
He has the power but also enthusiasm to wave travel,
As long as there are blue days and beautiful scenery;
Deserts, forests, caves and sea, white horses,
These are his partner, have made him reluctant;
They have a common language, understand the smooth,
Better than the classics of his country - he always _set_ aside one side,
But would rather read the sun on the lake's good fortune to write poems.
Three Three
Fragmented into many pieces, like a broken mirror,
Into many small mirror, one side;
The more crushing, more will be reflected in the figure.
A person's shadow will turn into thousands;
And that the heart can not forget the past any single Otherwise,
Broken to be alive; it cold, haggard and lonely,
Slowly long night too distressed to sleep,
Shell die, it's always difficult to eliminate anxiety,
What kind of pain is hidden, because words can not talk.
Four times seven
They stood, as if the mind is aloof,
While the gaunt, but it is not all bow down like yung,
Inside the empty, only the wind blowing from the cracks;
Can only talk secretly with the clouds, the castle;
There was one day, they are young and proud
The bottom of the war, flags flying in the sky;
But now that the fighting has long been scattered Hunxiao soul,
Those flying, even no trace of ashes,
Left desolate battlements, and never will be suffered another fire attack.
Seventh
Mountains, lakes and the sky do not belong to me
And my soul, as I am part of them?
They Juanai I, in my deep pit of the stomach,
The sincerity of an innocent? How could one not look down on me
Everything else, if compared with the landscape and sky, and?
How can I stop that annoying not low turbid,
Abandon these feelings, learn from these mediocre person,
Replaced by a numb and cold-hearted secular?
Eyes only look mediocre pit, their thoughts dare light.
Eighty-nine
World silent, though not heavy sleep,
But forget to breathe, like humans in general when the deepest feelings;
Quietly, as people thought was intoxicated:
World silent, bright stars from the lofty,
To the calm and peaceful lake and surrounded by mountains,
All in all concentrated in a real life,
Whether it is a ray of light, a gust of wind, a leaf flap
Not lost, and became a part of existence,
Calvary was the Creator of all things pure and true defenders.
Ninety
So deeply stirred feelings infinite universe,
Especially in the solitude - in fact the least lonely;
This feeling is the truth, it is through our presence
And free from self-infiltration; it is a tone,
Called the music of the soul and source of make clear
Eternal harmony; like Cisse Maria's belt,
It has a kind of magic recovery, can produce miraculous,
Everything tied it on, hook on the United States was so popular
It makes the specter of death can no longer be damaging to us.
One hundred and thirteen
I have not loved the world, this world does not love me;
It's smelly bad breath, I never praise;
Qiang Lu delighted not to flatter, not echo,
Nor has it the doctrine of idolatry kneel,
So the world can not take me as similar;
I leaned one, is not one of them;
Without his humiliation, dirty stained soul,
So I might in the sea are still ups and downs,
In the not them, and counted as shroud their ideas under the shelter.
Yangxilingyi
IV (excerpt)
Twenty-seven
The moon rose, but not the night,
The _set_ting sun and the moon split the sky in the sun_set_ of the sea
Blue Friuli along the high peaks of the summit
Looked into to the stream, the sky is not a cloud,
But if intertwined with a variety of colors,
Integrated with the West a huge rainbow -
The evening was there connected to it during the day
The ancient dead; and across the mountains in mid-
Floating in the blue space - the island of gods!
Twenty-eight
Diana, accompanied by only a lone star, dominated the
This Banbi tranquil sky, but there
Sun still shining sea, the waves it
Application is still in the distant hilltop Swiss roll:
Day and night fight each other until the nature
Restore proper order; plus dark Bulun Tai River
Gently flowing, day and late at night and give it stained
The fragrance of the early opening of purple roses,
This is the color to flow downstream, as in the mirror on the blink.
Twenty-nine
The river is full of heaven away from the Tiao
Coming radiant; waves on a variety of colors
From the gorgeous sun_set_ as well as rising star
Are distributing their splendor fantasy fusion:
Oh, now discolored; slowly drifting across the shadow,
It's curtain hung mountains; parting day
Like a dying continuously breathing dolphins,
Sharp pain is it every color of change
Last but the most beautiful; finally - finished, all confiscated gray.
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
One hundred seventy-eight
In the absence of trail through the forest cluster has a fun,
In the lonely There is a secluded beach carnival,
Here is a no intrusion of society:
Facing the sea, music accompanied by waves of sobs.
I am not without love for mankind, but I love nature.
From my contacts with people, from past experience
Or possible future experience, I quietly get out
And that the vast Pan blend into one, my thoughts
Words can not express - but can not hide!
One hundred seventy-nine
Roll it, you deep dark ocean -
Ten thousand ships passing in you in vain,
Cast to the earth, the destruction of human imprint, but his rule
But in the end of your bank - you cross the bottom of the wreckage.
These are your performance, and what human beings are left no less than
He rode torn trace, in addition to his own small
Raindrop is like a drop, a sudden fall to the sea,
Bubble gurgled and moaned, and sank deep in your arms:
No grave - do not hear the bell, but no coffin, no one knows.
Translated by Andrew Xu
Home sweep the school production of Fuqin
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Luoqinyijia
Go, you beautiful scenery, your rose garden!
Let the darling of wealth in the garden in your eye;
Jun rock it back to me, where there are snow sleep,
Although it is still bearing in mind the trauma of freedom and love.
However, Gary Dunni Oh, you magnificent mountainous and more:
In that white top, despite days of high winds,
Despite the turbulent shock cloth, no soothing spring water,
I miss the dark of Los Qu satisfied sigh.
Oh, my young footsteps every day there wandering
I'm wearing a hat in Scotland, wearing extra _set_s of flowers,
Meditation mind some long-dead patriarch,
The Wandering the streets in that pine trees shade the trail;
I want to return until the sun's rays downhill
Polaris is a brilliant replaced,
Because the old stories to incite my imagination,
Oh, is that dark mountain Luo Qu satisfied the spread of coffee.
"Alas, the deceased's ghost! Your voice I do
Did not hear the night wind billowing in the rising? "
That must be the ghost of the hero happy noise,
Driving winds, Mercedes-Benz in his highland valley!
Qu coffee in Los satisfied near the pool whenever the situation,
Ice-cold winter drove his car to come to presence:
Where the clouds rolled my ancestors acting spin,
They live in the dark period of Luo Feng Qu satisfied under the storm.
"Unfortunately, the brave warrior! Do not ominous
Indicate your major has been discarded for the fate? "
Oh, though you destined Crotonville died,
You did not win the fall of hail victory.
But you never sleep in the soil is still happy
You and your tribe in the mountain cave with the rest Burui Ma;
Scottish bagpipes that the mountains are dark and sing,
Los Qu Najia mountains echoed with your deeds.
Luo Qu Najia Oh, I have left you year after year,
How many years can I have another again _set_ foot on you!
While the good fortune not to give you a green and flowers decorate,
Summer is plain you 比阿尔比安 cherish.
Oh England, to distant mountains of the pioneers of view,
Your views are too small and too tame and,
Call me long for that craggy cliff,
Luo Qu Najia that dark sinister towering.
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
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Well, we no longer roam together
Well, we'll go no roaming
While away the deep night,
Although the heart is still obsessed
Although the moon is also so brilliant.
For the sword scabbard wear,
Enough raw soul by the chest,
This heart Oh, it must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Although the night came for love,
Soon, very soon is the day,
But in the moonlight of the world,
We are no longer together roaming.
1817.2.18
Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
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Sita's poems to Augustine
One 〔〕
When the four weeks was lowering bleak
Reason quietly hidden the light,
To put out the flickering hope Huozhu,
I was alone in the irresolute loss.
In the absence of moon and stars at midnight,
Fierce struggle with the mind;
Weak despair, apathy, who leave
Deadly destruction known as generous.
Every turn against fate, love to flee,
Hate Feishi thousand arrows volley,
I hope you are the only stars
Yue-hung, however, never fall.
Ah, the good fortune to have you forever in the light Seiki,
Eyes like an angel, my care,
To always kind of flashing light,
Bingtui night and fell next to me.
When the clouds flew over your head
Shan She tried to cover your light,
And you are even more pure long-range Minghui,
Dark colors one by one to hit the drive light.
I would like to be able to teach your heart Hey,
Wherein brave, anything when the content.
A soft-spoken you can off_set_ the
Mean the world to me all charges.
You like leafy trees,
Torso upright, but a slight bow,
Zhang Kaici always love the arm,
With a shade of so fondly of your property guardian.
Let the storm swept across the land,
You still be as eager tenderness;
Moments in the wind and rain,
Realm of the green leaves warmed my body and mind.
But let the disaster and falling on my head it,
I will not make you suffer from bad luck;
When the Futian Guo Ming meteorite to be rewarded
Merciful - you're the first person!
Faded love to sever it,
Only your friendship forever difficult tactic;
Although your heart is sentimental, but never change
Supple your soul, but never compromise.
All is lost, only you still,
Mind you prove loyal and reliable,
This world is not a wasteland where -
Even I am no exception!
Second〕 〔
Lost time is never good luck also,
Star of Destiny quietly fall,
And your kind heart but do not want to find
All the fault of those who accuse me.
I deeply understand your feelings of grief,
No recoil with my points to try,
I can imagine the love,
Search in hunting - except your heart.
Nature to smile stretch
The last laugh is my reward,
I can not see it as cheating,
But rather treat it as your smile.
When the wind swept waves,
As I trust my heart to attack
If the waves that stirred my feelings
That is why I separated it to you?
I hope that the only foundation has collapsed
Debris fell into the sea;
The pain had to pleasure soul,
It should never be a slave to the pain.
All the hardships in the pursuit of me,
They destroyed me, but never expect to insult me;
They tortured me, but I'll never uniform;
Disdain like them, thought only of you!
You favor sophistication, but not deceive me;
You are a woman, had not abandoned;
Despite my love, never hurt me;
While being defamatory, but not avoided;
Despite the trust, have not been asking me;
Although separated, do not want to get rid of;
Although very alert, not slander me
To prevent distortion was only willing to silence people.
I do not scorn this world,
I do not care for the condemnation of the world;
But I can not respect all of this,
More stupid, ah, I should have managed to escape.
I have to pay the price for how much,
Expect far less than its original.
But both the loss of more heavy losses,
Not from here, you won.
In my past in a shortage Market in
At least those that I WORM;
It tells me who my favorite Suri,
Is indeed hard to find the rare earth.
Oasis in the desert like a sweet,
The same as the green trees in the wilderness,
Secluded in a burst of sweet robins,
To my mind will you describe.
Translated by Wen Xiaohong, PETROLOGY AND GEOCHEMISTRY
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