Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Maid of Athens, before we parted
Give, oh, give back my heart! ?
give my heart back!
or, since that has left my breath,
or, since it has left me,
keep it now and take the rest!
keep it and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,?
please listen to my parting oath
Zoe uml; mou sas agapo.?
you are my life, and I love you
by these tresses unconfirmed?
that free flowing hair
Wooed by each Aegean wind;
Every gust in the Aegean Sea is willing to chase it
by those lids who are jetty fringe
the black and bright Liu Haier
Kissthy Soft Cheeks' Blooming Tinge; ?
kissing your blushing cheek
by these wild eyes like the roe?
and the eyes that look like wild deer
Zoe uml; mou sas agapo.?
you are my life, and I love you
By that lip I long to taste;
that long-awaited sweet lips
by that zone-enclosed waist;
that lithe and graceful beautiful image
by all the token-flowers that tell?
all those lovemaking flowers
What words can never speak so well; ?
no words can describe
by love's alternative joy and woe,
the joy and sadness intertwined in love
Zoe uml; mou sas agapo.?
you are my life, and I love you
Maid of Athens! I am gone:?
Maiden of Athens, I'm leaving
Think of me, sweet! when alone.?
When you are lonely, think of me warmly.
After I fly to Istanbul,
Even if I fly to Istanbul,
Athens holds my heart and soul:?
My heart and soul are still in Athens
Can I stay to love them? No!
how can I not love you? !
Zoe uml; mou sas agapo?
You are my life, and I love you
George Gordon Byron (1788-1824)
? A great English romantic poet in the early 19th century, whose representative works include Childe Hallor's Travels, Don Juan and so on, created a number of "Byronic heroes" in his poems. He is not only a great poet, but also a warrior who fought for his ideals all his life. He actively and bravely participated in the revolution-participated in the Greek national liberation movement and became one of the leaders.
Byron's Maiden of Athens was written during the poet's first stay in Athens, and it is also a chapter in Byron's famous Travels of Childe Harold. At that time, Byron lived in the home of Theodora Macquarie, the widow of the British Vice Consul, and fell in love with her eldest daughter Teresa. Before leaving, he wrote this love poem.
The translation of poetry was revised according to the original translation by the translator Cha Liangzheng. I was not satisfied with the original translation all the time, so I tried to re-adapt it myself. Some places were not completely translated according to Byron's original text, but the overall poetry still tried my best to match Byron's true feelings.
? Goethe, a master of German literature, once said that architecture is solidified music. And I think poetry is the truly solidified music. When poetry is recited, the infinite magic of poetry will be released in the hearts of readers (or listeners), and you will find that these words have changed back to the wonderful melody of the world like a staff, which will make you feel excited and excited.
? If you want to appreciate the beautiful melody of Byron's poem, please read the original English. No matter how the poem is translated, it will lose the charm of the original, which is inevitable. Every word and paragraph of the original poem is full of the poet's deep emotional transmission, which is just like a famous painting. No matter how you copy it, it can't be restored to the exact same, not to mention the translation of the poem in another completely different language.
? Byron is very good at integrating ordinary words into the artistic conception of poetry with ease, which produces extraordinary effects. The emotional rhythm in his poems coincides with the rhythm of people's hearts beating, guiding readers to follow the poet's passion and stir up and down together.
? In this poem, I entered the state before parting with my lover at the beginning: Maid of Athens, give my heart back before we parted (maid of Athens, ere we part, give, oh, give back my heart! ), Byron adopted a very colloquial writing, which made poetry have a strong sense of substitution, allowing us to quickly integrate into the poet's inner world. When we think Byron is complaining about the pain of parting, Byron immediately switches to another attitude: or, since it has left me, keep it and take the rest (or, since it has left me, and take the rest! ), and then Byron threw out the main theme of this poem, the oath before leaving: you are my life, I love you.
? This oath written in Greek: You are my life, and I love you. Just like the main theme of a piece of music, it will be repeated every once in a while (paragraph), which is Byron's unique writing intention-he not only loves this beautiful Greek girl, but also deeply loves this once splendid Greece. We often fall in love with a city because we love a person, but for Byron, his core love is still the love for Greek civilization. He loves this country far more than the girls in Athens. In the end, he sacrificed his love for the freedom of Greece, including his own life.
The poet's emotion is constantly changing with the content of the poem, which makes Byron's poems comparable to the melody in music! This melody is heartbreaking, sad, affectionate and intoxicating. This Byronic love may have been repeated in history, but only Byron promoted it to an artistic height that is hard to reach.
? In Byron's other song "Well, we don't roam together any more", it reads: "My heart, it needs to stop breathing before love can rest (and the heart must rest to breathe, and love itself has rest.)" A heart deeply in love needs to rest by breathing. "Because the sword can wear the scabbard, and the soul can also penetrate the chest (for the sword outerwear its sheath, and the soul outerwear the breath), if the heart is not rested, the flame of love will only burn itself to ashes.
? Well, I also want to stop and breathe, and I don't want to stay too much in Byron's emotional world. In other words, this great romantic poet is not a perfect man. Besides his congenital lameness, his love experience is also criticized by later generations.
use modern buzzwords to describe just two words: love rat!
? In a sense, yes. But those women who fall in love with Byron are just in love with this talented, handsome and noble son who can write love poems that make their hearts flutter. They never understand the real Byron. So Byron is lonely. Although he tried to break this loneliness through love again and again, he finally failed.
? Byron's love is rebellious and unruly, which is quite similar to Goethe of his contemporaries, but the ending is quite different. Witt's love in Goethe's works is imprisoned by secular morality. Witt finally ends his life to pay homage to love, while Byron protects himself from being imprisoned by love at the expense of hurting women. Goethe, the author of The Trouble of Young Werther, was once anti-secular. He also had an affair with a married woman. Even in his seventies, Goethe fell in love with his friend's 19-year-old daughter, and even tried to intercede with his friend. But in the end, he suppressed the flame of love and ended this love affair with a "Mourning of Malinbad". In the face of social order, Byron was anti-order. Although Goethe was also anti-traditional social order in his heart, he still chose to obey the order reasonably in order to achieve a balance.
Byron has gone through the twists and turns of his life, and he is pursuing a more perfect world. Poetry is his most important way, and love is the second. After the passion of his life fades with the flowers of love again and again, he is still looking for a way out. In the end, he chose a revolutionary road and was even elected as the commander-in-chief of the Greek revolutionary army. This is probably his stupidest decision, because he has no military talent, which also makes him embark on a journey of self-destruction.
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Elegy of Malinbad (also known as Marie Bader's Elegy)
Others are silent in pain, but God has asked me to tell my heart
-Goethe
How can I expect the moment to come again,
expect the day when it is in bud?
Heaven and hell are open to me;
I'm full of emotion and thoughts! -
don't hesitate! She has approached the gate of heaven.
She picked you up and held you in her arms.
So you are led into heaven,
It seems that beauty will be consumed by you forever;
You have no hope, need or desire.
The goal you sincerely pursue has been achieved.
You have to see this world-wide face.
Tears of longing are suddenly exhausted.
the day has not spread its flying wings,
but time seems to drive away behind!
A kiss in the dark night, a memory of loyalty and integration:
It is like the sun of tomorrow.
Stay with each other in the leisurely March,
Like sisters, but not exactly the same.
Sweet as a poisonous kiss,
Cut off the tangled and wonderful love thread.
I walk and stop, avoiding the threshold,
as if the fire sword gods are driving away;
staring at the dark path with regret,
staring back, the door is closed.
At this time, I had to lock the door of my heart, as if this heart
had never been opened, and I had never experienced
a happy time, like every star in the sky,
once shone brightly beside her;
dissatisfaction, remorse, blame, and heavy sorrow
I can't breathe in a depressed atmosphere.
is the world still there? Can
on that cliff still be blessed by the sacred sun?
is the grain ripe? Does the green land
extend to the pastures and jungles along the river?
Is the deep sky still hanging over it?
Can you still see the white clouds, the pale dogs and the myriad changes?
In a trance, there is a beautiful figure
rising slowly in the sky, like Seraphim
floating from the solemn heaven,
how light and graceful, bright and gentle
Look at her dancing like a shaman, how cheerful,
All the lovely figures in the world are incomparable.
Only in a flash do you dare to
hold this illusion instead of her real person tightly;
go back to your heart! You will find that
she will have all kinds of changing poses;
one gesture turns into countless
various poses, which is more and more popular.
I think at that time, in order to welcome her to linger at the door,
I melted my soul step by step;
After kissing goodbye, he turned around and came back to me.
I printed my last farewell kiss on my lips:
The shape and posture of love are so vivid,
It is branded in my sincere heart like a flame.
This heart, as strong as a lofty city,
holds on to her and guards her,
maintains eternal loyalty for her,
Only when she appears, can a sincere heart understand itself,
can it be free in the love of love,
just to be grateful to her, my heart thumps.
If the energy of love, the expectation of being loved,
have been completely lost and vanished,
you will immediately find new hopes and interests
and make useful plans, decisions and actions!
If love can make lovers more excited,
then it has been perfect for me;
of course, it depends on her! -my soul and body,
have been burdened with heavy sadness;
In my depressed, empty and desolate heart,
I see all the horrible scenes everywhere;
At this time, there was a faint hope at the threshold of familiarity, and
She came like warm sunshine.
earthly people-as the Bible says-
enjoy the peace and love given by God,
I want to compare it to the joy and peace of love that my lover
feels;
Where the heart rests, nothing can
stop the deepest obsession-I am owned by her.
There is a hot pillow in our pure chest.
It belongs to a higher and purer unknown.
Out of gratitude, we are willing to give our lives.
We should identify this nameless person:
We call it piety! -in front of her
I have felt such lofty happiness.
Facing her eyes is like the sun's scorching,
Facing her breath is like bathing in the spring breeze,
Although my inner feelings have been hidden in a cold cave for a long time,