outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Joachim du Bellay
Poetry is my sustenance
Now I forgive the kind of sweet frenzy
It runs the best time of my life,
This is no longer a false result is empty,
In addition to throwing time I have no harvest.
Now I forgive the pleasant labor,
Because only it soothe the wounds of my heart,
And because of it, I, as always,
Not in the storm Sanghunlapo.
While poetry is my youth, Epi,
But it is also the consolation of my old age:
It was my madness, it is my reason,
It was my trauma, it is my Achille,
It was against my Qiang venom, but my ills
This scorpion can only efficacious treatment.
(Cheng Rong translated by)
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Because a mind free from love
Because the heart without love, I do not write love
Because there is no couple, I do not write beautiful,
Because only Kuxin, I do not write sweet,
Because of heart pain. I do not write joy.
Because many lives for the better, Jie, lucky I did not write,
As seen concubine, I do not write pet event,
Because of empty pockets, I do not write Zhu Yu,
Because of physical weakness. I do not write fitness.
Because away from the king, I do not write Palace Court,
Because they are in a foreign land, I do not write French,
Because Shubei groups, I do not write integrity.
Present only hypocrisy. I do not write friendship
Never see noble, I do not write virtue,
Surrounded by priests, I do not write knowledge.
(Cheng Rong translated by)
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Rome Monument
You newcomers, to Rome to find Rome
But you are not seen in Rome, Rome, in sight,
The destruction of the palace, these decadent defeated arch,
These piles of rubbish broken walls, the so-called Rome luxury.
You see this pride, this great ruin;
But it swept the world of the empire,
In order to conquer all, and he is the ultimate day off,
Yield under the despotic power in the supreme time.
Rome Rome is the only monument
Rome, Rome, only to succumb to the divinity,
Bo River is still only the first west flow to the sea.
Ah! S Bo River, blow hot and cold river!
Over time, was not strong long-term,
The flow, but long in Enron.
(Cheng Rong translated by)
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