outland poetry
goatherd
牧羊人
Fernando Pessoa
From "The Shepherd"
1.
I have never looked after the sheep,
But if I have been nursing them.
My soul is like a shepherd,
Familiar with the wind, to understand the sun,
Go hand in hand with the four seasons
To follow to listen.
All quiet deserted quiet of nature
Came to me to sit down.
But I like the _set_ting sun left a sad
Because we think it leaked,
When a cold distant land at the side of the valley,
You are already into the night
Like a butterfly through a window.
But my sadness is quiet
Because it is natural, right
Is bound to arise in the soul of the
When it is thinking of, it is the presence of
The hands are off the flowers, which one without looking.
In the midst of harsh tone in animal husbandry
Bend in the road where
My thoughts are satisfied,
But, I'm sorry I know they are satisfied,
Because, if you do not know this,
They will not only meet but also sad,
But they cheerful and satisfied.
Thinking is uncomfortable, like walking in the rain,
When the wind is rising, the rain seems to be harder and harder.
I desire no idea.
To be a poet is nothing in my ambition.
It is a way to let me be left alone.
And if sometimes I want, and
For the sake of imagination, desire to become a shepherd boy
(Or into a large flock
To hill and dale to run, spread,
At the same time into the lives of many kinds of happiness),
It is only because I felt my sun_set_ for description,
Or when a cloud passing over it in the light of hand,
And while still roaming through the open prairie.
Whenever I sit down to write poetry,
Or, along the road or just when I walk through the tunnel,
I write poetry on the brain's white paper,
I felt his hands seemed like a shepherd's hands twist
I saw the outline of
In the mountains, the
Listen to my flock, guard my ideal,
Or listen to my ideal, guard my flock,
Smiling like a trance do not understand
What is being made that the people who
Trying to pretend to understand.
I read to all those who might pay tribute to my people,
I have to take off their hat off the line,
When they saw me in my hallway
The only public car finally arrived in the mountains,
I salute them and wish them a bright and sunny,
Enjoy the rain, the time when they need rain.
Their house may
In an open window on the bottom
A lovely chair,
They may sit it on top, reading my poems.
And when they read my poems, may be thought of
I am a nature of things ---
For example, an old tree
In its shade in, or child,
They suddenly sat down, tired of the game,
Wiping the sweat on his forehead hot
That striped blouse with sleeves.
5.
Abundance of metaphysical thinking does not exist in totally do not want them.
Yu He is I think this world?
How can I understand my thinking in this world?
If I was sick I would pondering it.
How about the idea of things I have?
I have about how cause and effect point of view?
About God and the soul and the world's creation
I have a kind of meditation?
I do not know. For me, thinking my eyes off of these is equal to
Do not think. I should draw the window
Curtains (but not curtains).
The mystery of things? How do I know what mystery?
The only mystery is where he may be thinking about personal mystery.
A man standing in the sun, close your eyes
Started to forget what the sun is
Think about the many hot things.
But he opened his eyes and saw the sun,
Now he can no longer think of anything,
Because the sun is far better than
All the philosophers of all the poet's thoughts.
The sun does not know what it is doing
So it will not fall astray, so it usually it bad.
Metaphysics? What is the metaphysical world to have these trees?
It is green with, crown and branches grow
In their hour in the tree to produce fruit, they are not used ---
Let meditation,
We do not know how to cognitive them.
But there is nothing better than their metaphysical
Do not know why they are alive
Do not know their ignorance?
'The inner structure of things' ...
'Internal universe, esoteric' ...
Are false, it means illusory.
People can come up with those who simply inconceivable.
It's like thinking rationally and the end of
When the morning come, with a first-line
Dawn over the edge of the trees
A blur of bright gold against the, to break up the darkness.
Things to think about the inner esoteric,
Is a waste of energy, like thinking about health
Or spring water into which a piece of glass.
Only the inner meaning of things
They do not have any intrinsic meaning.
I do not believe in God, because I never saw him.
If he wanted me to believe him,
Of course he should come chat with me
Should come through my hallway,
Said to me: I am here!
(Maybe that's the sound of someone's ear,
A little funny, he did not know what it means to look at things,
Do not understand that with the knowledge to teach the thing itself
People talk about things. )
But if God is the flowers and trees,
The mountains, the sun and moon,
Then I would believe him,
I believe that every moment to him,
All of my life is a prayer, a Mass,
A visible, heard of the communion ceremony.
But if God is the trees, the flowers,
The mountains, the moon and sun,
Why should I call him God?
I told him flowers, trees, mountains, sun and moon;
If, for I saw him, he put himself into
Sun, moon, flowers, trees and mountains,
If he is the embodiment of trees, mountains
Moon and sun, flowers borrow to me,
That he wanted me to know him
As awareness of trees and mountains and flowers and the moon and sun.
So I obey his
(On God I can know more than his own?)
I instinctively obey him,
As a person opened his eyes and saw
I told him the moon, sun, flowers, trees and mountains,
I love him but do not think of him,
I think through his gaze and listen attentively,
In the hour I was with him all the peers.
7.
From my village I look like from the earth
One can see the universe as many ... ...
So my village as large as any other planets
Because I was the scale of things I see
In the city, than life
Hide the horizon, our line of sight from the open sky,
Let us become poorer because our only as_set_ is observed.
A gust of wind, while a very light wind, blowing
There is no desire to know.
Two trees standing side by side is equal.
Because I lack all things become
I moved is because when the land slope, water began flowing,
We see things is the thing.
If you see and hear is really seen, heard?
When looking at the time really to see,
But to do this (poor to own our souls
Apprenticeship period learn to forget
The Independence Day flowers is a passion penitents,
So we call them stars and flowers.
Blowing bubbles
Like all things, like the eyes of friends,
Who can not even fly their children,
Like the breeze, it obviously touched a flower after and
It is more transparent to accommodate all things.
When things get they can get all of reality,
Attributed to things.
Not: they have color and shape
I gave things to the United States, to exchange them for giving me the enlightened.
Yes, even though I only live and survive together,
Into itself, in addition to what is not visible to see, how difficult it! 30.
My soul is pure, never thinking.
I do not know what natural things: I praise her.
This is my limit.
I watch the entire night is being occupied.
Outside, only silence, as if nothing exists.
Stifle all the presence earth and sky.
Hanging in the mouth smile,
It is a great night filled with strange perception
With its small ... ...
47.
A violent and sunny day,
Is the kind of finish you want you have a lot of work
On that day the day to do nothing,
I saw, like a forest road in front,
It may be a big mysterious thing,
I had a great talk about fake poet mystery.
I see no natural,
Nature does not exist,
Only mountains, canyons, desert the original,
Only trees, flowers, grass,
Only streams and rocks,
But all this is not a command of the whole,
As well as any real contact,
Perhaps this is the mystery of their mantra.
We _set_ off to look for is not found,
I let myself stay in the house, closed the window.
Oh my life is so may be:
Tender Is the Night, the crowd came,
Then, close the window, lighting,
In the outside, like a sleeping giant silence of God.
Translator: 杨子
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