outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Francois Villon
Last Words (excerpt)
Ten in the third year of my life.
I have already suffered all the shame ... ...
I treasure the time of my youth,
More than the others when I was enjoying
Until old age at last visit
Of old age tells me the time to start hiding.
Shaohua not have my foot and the line,
Did not ride away: Alas! How to do?
My fleeting minutes by putting a sudden disappeared,
Jingmei left me what the occasion.
Youth gone. I stay alone,
Lack of knowledge, lack of reason,
Depression, panic, more sad than the mulberry fruit,
No property, no pension.
To be honest, my most humble family and friends
Do not recognize me, do not look back at me,
Even the duty behind you,
Just because I do not have some money ... ...
Alas! God, ah, if I read the book,
In my crazy youth,
Dedicated to the good customs,
I will be a home, sleep fun.
But how about it? I actually avoid the learning
Like a bad boy behavior.
Mention of that story,
I could not help but heartbreaking ... ...
I'm wandering in the passage of the years ... ...
Who I am afraid I do not struggle,
Because everything comes down to death.
The generation of this kind of debauchery Where?
Past I used to follow them,
They are eloquent, hearty singing,
They say is so full of fun!
They all died,
Who no longer stay in this world,
I hope God will save the survivors!
... ... I know that priests and Suzi,
Poor man with rich, civilians and nobility,
Wise and Benbo, miser and generous person,
U.S. husband and ugly, anonymous car with big names,
Roll up the collar of the young woman,
No matter what kind of identity,
Yao W, or hanging their heads pearl,
Not escape death, without exception.
And Paris Huoaicaina any lost it anyway,
Whoever left the world full of pain,
Are no different from by breath, blowing a gust of wind:
The bitterness of his heart burst from the dissipation of
Only God knows how he flows through the sweat!
Who did not ease his pain the right:
Even if a brother or sister
Do not want to place a child into the grave.
Scared to death that he turned pale, and constantly trembling
Looking down, tighten the blood vessels,
Shrink from the neck, the muscles become weak, '
Expansion joints and nerves are stretched.
Women's body ah, you are so soft.
Smooth and delicate, so precious,
You do not need to wait for the pain of suffering?
This is a live fly away to heaven.
(Qiuhong translation)
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Swing poem
... ... When I was on the cemetery
The accumulation of the skeletons look,
All of these pleadings, at least the dead
Trial Court Judge
Or a basket hawkers:
I can get them to replace each other;
Because the guards from the bishops and the street between
I do not see any difference.
Some of these deceased
Humble, some arrogant arrogant,
Some of your supreme as the Son of Heaven,
Some people become a slave, full of fear,
I see here our common outcome,
I saw them huddled together in a mess.
Their territory has been taken away;
Are unable to distinguish between priests or masters.
Now they left the earth. God guarding the spirits of the dead!
As for the body, they have been rotten.
Whether they had a lady or elegant,
Pampered, willful lookin,
Ate cream, wheat or rice paste,
Their bones have turned to dust
Their laughter all disappeared.
I hope that kind of Jesus first forgive them! ... ...
(Qiuhong translation)
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Hanging offense ballad
After surviving in our human brothers,
Please do us a heart of stone,
Pity you as long as we are,
Grace of God will reward you in advance.
You see us five or six tight phase near:
Our flesh, he is much more fresh maintenance
Peeling off long been eaten and rotten,
Our bones to ashes and Jifen.
No one made fun of our sins;
Please pray for God to forgive us all!
We fraternal cry to you, which you
Do not ignore it, even though we was sentenced on the execution ground
A life Guiyin. But you know
Any sensible person should be hot crazy;
Please forgive us, since we had died
Son of the Virgin Mary came to repent before,
I hope not running out of his grace,
Let us from the terrible thunder of the splitting.
We have already passed away, not mind torture;
Please pray for God to forgive us all!
Rain drenched us, and washed
Dried in the sun and tanning our sun;
Magpies, crows pecking the eyes out to us,
The beard and eyebrows are plucked.
At no time in shaking;
Wind hither and thither, random changes in staggered
Suddenly stop blowing the right of our left suddenly,
Wu like stamp pecking We thimble.
Therefore, do not join our group,
Please pray for God to forgive us all!
Son Jesus, we are under his control,
Hell you do not let our sanctuary,
We do not need it. Do not have to repay it.
People ah, never to be ridiculed for this;
Please pray for God to forgive us all!
(Cheng Crewe translation)
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