Lyrics:
(1) Greek:
∑ε γνωρ? ζω απ? την κ? ψη
του σπαθιο? την τρομερ? ,
σε γνωρ? ζω απ? την ? ψη
που με β? α μετρ? ει τη γη.
Απ τα κ? κκαλα βγαλμ? νη
των Ελλ? νων τα ιερ? ,
και σαν πρ? τα ανδρειωμ? νη,
χα? ρε, ω χα? ρε, Ελευθερι? !
② Latin transliteration:
attention please
You're in Tromso,
Please note,
Pray for me.
AP ' ta k kokala vgalméni
ton Ellí non ta ierá，
Such as Santa Puta and Orimoni,
Hale! Oh, Hale! Alf Seri! [ 1]
(3) English translation:
I know you from the terrible.
The edge of your sword
I recognized you from your face.
It looks at the earth with strength.
Rise from the sacred bones.
Greek
As brave as ever,
Hooray, oh hooray, freedom!
(4) Poetry Edition:
I will always remember you.
Swear by the terrible sword in your hand,
When the earth is exploring,
Will rule, be bold with spirit.
The death of the ancient Greeks
Set our souls free,
Now, with the heroic rise of ancient times,
Let's cheer for you, oh, freedom!
(5) Rudyard？ Version made by Kipling in 19 18:
We've known you for a long time,
Oh, divine restoration
With the light in your eyes,
And the light of your sword.
From the graves of the dead,
Will your courage win,
When we greet you again,
Long live, freedom! Hooray!
(6) Chinese translation:
I got it from your sword.
Awesome edges identify you.
I learned from your strength.
Identify you on the surface of the earth
The sacred bones of the Greeks will be resurrected
As brave as ever,
Long live freedom, long live!
(7) Poetry Edition:
I'll keep going through it
The terrible sword recognized you,
Looking for our vision on earth,
Will lead with a fearless spirit.
The death of the Greeks,
Will gain spiritual freedom,
Now, the ancient heroic spirit has been reborn.
Freedom! Let's cheer for you!
(8) Rudyard Kipling's translation:
We used to know you,
Resurrection as a god,
Through your shining eyes,
And your bright sword.
Our spirit,
Your bravery will win,
Because we welcome you again,
Long live freedom! Hooray!
2. Ode to Freedom (Pushkin)
Go ahead, get out of my sight,
Queen of the weak island of Sisala!
Where are you? Salute the emperor,
Ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, take off my crown,
Break the delicate harp ......
I want to give the world the freedom to sing,
I want to fight the evil of the throne.
Please point out that wonderful one for me.
The noble footprints of Gauls,
You made him sing a brave hymn,
Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The tyrant of the world,
Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Listen, cheer up and wake up!
Well, wherever I look-
Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to law,
Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;
Unfair power is everywhere.
In the darkness of prejudice
Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,
And passion that is harmful to honor.
To see the emperor's head.
Without the suffering of the people,
Only when sacred freedom
Combine strong jurisprudence;
Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.
Protect everyone, its sword
Through the hands of loyal citizens,
Swing over the head of equality without mercy.
Only when the right hand is evil.
Swing downward from its highest position,
This hand, it won't do this because of greed.
Or fear, and a little tolerance.
People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.
Give you a crown and a throne,
Although you are above the people,
But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.
If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If the people and the emperor
You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!
I want you to testify about this,
Oh, a martyr of great negligence,
In the recent storm,
Under the witness of silent descendants,
Louis rose high to death,
He broke away from the crown.
Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;
Law is silent-people are silent,
The axe of evil has landed. ......
So, under the yoke of Gaul,
Wearing a villain's purple robe.
I hate you and your throne,
Tyrants and demons!
I watched with cruel happiness.
Your downfall, your child's death.
Everyone will be on your forehead.
Read the imprint of the people's curse,
You are the condemnation of God in the world,
The shame of nature, the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky at midnight
Shining on the dark Neva River,
A carefree head is a dream of peace.
Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,
The pensive singer stared.
The barren remains of a tyrant,
An abandoned palace for a long time.
Rest in the fog.
He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,
Cleo's terrible sentence,
Regula's last moments.
Clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,
A group of mysterious planes passed by,
Drunk and malicious,
Proud face, afraid heart.
The disloyal guard was silent,
The high suspension bridge fell quietly,
In the dark, two palace doors
The paid mole quietly opened it. ......
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ......
A shameful blow came. ......
The villain wearing the crown suddenly died.
Accept this lesson, emperors:
Today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Is it a bloody prison or an altar,
Can't be your real barrier;
In the shadow of legal reliability, please
First of all, keep a low profile,
If so, people's freedom and peace.
Is the eternal guardian of the throne.
Self-praise
Shelley
Translated by Jiang Feng
However, freedom, however, your flag, though broken,
But still flying, like a thunderstorm, stirring in the wind.
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one
A glorious country, brake again.
Lightning of peoples: in Spain
From castle to castle, from heart to heart,
Generation, free light, spewing all over the sky.
Infectious fire. My soul
Throw away the chains of fear,
Spread the wings of agile singing,
Like a young eagle, soaring in the morning glow,)
Solemn and strong, in the rhythm of poetry,
Hovering over the usual prey;
Until the whirlwind of spirit, from the day of glory
Draw it with a vibrant flame
Distant planets full of space, like flying ships, stir up waves,
Projecting light from behind. Deep in the sky
There is a melodious song, and I will record it truthfully.
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"The sun and the quiet moon suddenly appeared,
Stars burning in the abyss rise
Deep in the sky. This wonderful earth
-Islands of celestial oceans,
Suspended in the atmosphere that supports everything.
But at this moment, the sacred universe
Remains a source of chaos and disaster,
Because you haven't been born; Only the violence of fighting evil with evil,
Animals, Birds and the Spirit of Aquarium
It's like a lit fire,
There is an endless war between them,
Despair, entrenched in their hearts.
Their abused foster mother groaned in pain,
Sighing that beasts and beasts, insects and insects, and people are killing each other,
Every heart is a hell full of storms.
three
"At this moment, man, this solemn body,
Have children under a clear sky;
For all life, hundreds of millions of life,
Palaces, temples, tombs and prisons
It's like Shan Lang's broken nest.
A large number of human beings living constantly,
Savage, rude, cunning, ignorant,
Because you haven't been born; In this wasteland with thousands of surnames,
Like a fierce dark cloud hanging over the empty wasteland,
Autocratic tyranny hangs high in the world: the plague girl who seals the gods;
Living on money and blood,
The souls of priests and tyrants are soaked with blood and copper smell.
And then put the frightened crowd from all directions
Into the shadow of her wide wings.
four
"Greece's rugged promontories, blue islands,
Cloudy mountains, occasional waves,
Bathed in a kind and pleasant smile,
Glory shines; From their inspiration,
The echo of the prophecy gave off a faint rhythm.
In the carefree primitive wilderness,
Delicious olives, grains, grapes,
It has not been tamed for human consumption, and it still grows in the wild;
But, like a bud in bud at the bottom of the sea,
Just like the adult wisdom lurking in the baby's brain,
Like everything in the future, an immortal artistic dream.
It is still covered by Pailos's rich marble texture;
Poetry is still not good at words, children who learn languages,
Philosophy has been trying to find your shadow,
Keep your eyes open and never close them; At this time, love is at sea.
five
"The rise of Athens-a magnificent city-state,
As if laughing at the most outstanding builders,
Standing on the cornerstone of the purple cliff,
White clouds, silver towers, dreamlike,
The ground is covered with blue waves, and the house is the sky in the twilight.
A group of people were stationed on the porch.
With a lightning storm around her waist,
Headrest Yun Ni's wings, the corolla burning on his forehead.
The fire of the sun, ah, the sacred project!
More sacred Athens, with towering columns,
Standing on people's will is like standing on a diamond mountain.
Because you were born. You are omnipotent in creating skills.
Imitate the image of the immortal dead with immortal marble,
Immortal images filled the hills,
Your earliest throne, the nearest bulletin board.
six
"On the surface of the fleeting torrent of time,
It still has a wrinkled face,
Just like in those days, I was never stable, always trembling,
But it will never disappear and stay on the earth forever.
Your Tessa and poets, their voices and songs,
Like a thunder, like a storm that lifts the ground and the sky.
Through yesterday's cave,
Make oppression panic retreat and blind religion;
It seems that music full of joy, novelty and love is flying.
Break through the curtain of time and space,
Flying in the sky that does not meet expectations!
Just as the ocean feeds rivers, clouds and rain,
Like the sun illuminating the sky, like the great cosmic spirit.
Let the chaotic world be young forever with life and love.
Athens changed the world with your joy.
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"Then Rome was born, like a young wolf.
Priestess of Cadmus, from your wonderful breasts
Suck delicious milk and your favorite.
Children who are not weaned share the nutrition of the kingdom of heaven;
Many terrible just causes, because of your concern,
Obtained sacred status and dignity;
Bathed in your smile, beside you,
Ksenya Goryachova Camilla lived a holy life, and Artie died resolutely.
When tears defile your white chastity,
Gold desecrated your throne on Mount Capitoli,
You rely on the flexibility of God's feathers,
Give up the house of lords,
They became a humble slave to the Lord.
Mount Palladini imitates Ionian songs with sighs,
You stopped to listen, but sadly denied that it belonged to you.
eight
"Which corner of the Arctic Ocean is covered by pine forests,
From which frozen mountain or deep valley by the sea,
From which remote island is inaccessible,
You mourn the decline of your dynasty,
Teaching bushes, waves, desert rocks and land reefs
Every cold water tank of the water god,
With a sad but firm echo
Talk about the solemn and lofty legacy of ancient style that people dare to forget?
Because you neglected the magical sheep in the Nordic poet's dream,
And he didn't show up at the place where Cart's wizards slept,
Even if it passes through your unkempt hair, like tears falling from rain.
What's the harm in doing it in a flash?
Because when the Galilean snake crawled out of the Dead Sea, was slaughtered and burned,
Blur your world,
You don't cry, although you are heartbroken.
nine
"For a thousand years, the earth has been crying,' Where are you?'
Then, your shadow falls.
Saxon Alfred's head is decorated with olive branches;
Fall to the castle where many warriors live together.
They are like hills raised by fire on the bottom of the sea.
Rise in sacred Italy,
This tower is magnificent.
Looking at the sea of kings, bishops and slaves;
All kinds of tyranny came from all directions, surging like the tide,
When they meet their walls, they are like helpless bubbles.
This novel comes from the depths of the human spirit.
With love and awesome majesty
Stunned by the messy five in one; Immortal art
Draw patterns at home with a wand,
In order to build a permanent paradise palace on earth.
ten
"You ah, more agile than luna hunter! You ah
The scourge of jackals! Sharp arrow in quiver
Like sunlight, it can penetrate absurdity with the wings of a storm.
Just as the bright light of day can turn the calm east
Start to spread out from the diluted clouds!
Lu Se understands the look in your eyes,
This eye looks like lightning from his heavy spear.
Reflect in all directions, making those like graves.
The illusory illusion that plagues all ethnic groups collapses and melts;
The prophet of England has been running after them.
But that song that never dies cheers for you,
For example, cheer for your queen! Your trail
He did not shy away from Milton's spiritual vision:
Show a melancholy expression in a tragic situation,
I saw your whereabouts through his night.
one by one
"Although I can't wait, I am diligent and studious.
Like standing on a hill at dawn,
Stamp your feet to calm the noisy hopes and worries,
Each one is much superior to the other,
And shouted:' Freedom! Anger,
Responding to pity from her cave,
Death turns blue in the grave,
Desolation shouted to the destroyer: Help! when you
Rising like the sun, shrouded in its own glory,
From one country to another, from one side to the other,
Like driving away shadows and chasing your enemies;
As if on the rough waves in the west.
The sunshine tore the midnight sky in my sleep,
People are suddenly awakened by the lightning in your strange eyes,
Stumbling along in surprise.
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"You, paradise on earth! What kind of spell is this,
Used to blind you with ominous shadows?
After a thousand years away from the oppression of nest feces,
Stained your glittering and translucent brilliance with blood and tears,
Until your wonderful star can cry away the stain;
What a bloodthirsty drunkard-
The hand of destruction holds the king's servant,
Descendants of stupid bishops, in the gloomy brewing period,
Siege France! At this time, it is similar to them.
But even more powerful, your ability to confuse,
A tyrant rose, so the army fought with the army.
Like dark clouds covering the quiet sky, they pile up with each other.
Although forced by the past, he has been with the dead.
Sleeping together, but ghosts who can't wait for time,
It still scares the victorious king in the castle.
One three
"England is still sleeping: has no one called her?
Now Spain is calling her, just like Mount Vesuvius.
Wake Etna with sharp thunder,
Its answer shattered the snowy cliff:
On the sparkling sea, from Pisekusa.
To every island in Greece.
Cheering and jumping, shining in the chorus:
They shouted, "put it out, the sky lantern hanging high in the sky!" "
Her chain is gold thread, she just needs to smile.
Will melt away; Spanish is solid steel,
To crush it, you must use a sharp file of kindness and justice.
Twin sisters with the same fate go to the west for help,
Calling for the eternal era of King's Landing in the vast west;
Everything you want to do, like using seals,
Everything that time can't hide is printed in our hearts.
Easy
"The grave of Arminius! Please hold high your death,
May his soul fly like a flag on the watchtower,
Dancing in the wind above the tyrant;
Ah, Germans deceived by the monarch,
A fanatic who drinks the wine of mysterious truth,
His epitaph should be your victory!
His dead soul lives in your body.
Why should we expect and worry? You're free!
You, a paradise lost in the sacred world!
You, barren land where flowers are blooming!
You, the eternal island! You, the altar again,
Desolate here in a beautiful coat,
Worship you yesterday! Oh, Italy,
Cheer up your blood Put those based on you
The temple was banished as a beast in the nest.
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"Oh, may free men crown the king with evil names.
Step into the dirt! Or you can write it here,
Let the stain on this medal of honor be like the trace of a snake,
Let the breeze stroke your face and the flat sand annihilate it!
You have heard the solemn and wise Oracle:
Raise the sword shining with the light of victory.
Cut out this decadent and evil word
Snake knot, although the word itself is weak.
As fragile as stubble and broken stalks, but it can
Put the clubs and axes that scare people
Form an indisputable and powerful collection:
Its sound is poisonous and will cause an epidemic.
This is the pathogen that makes life corrupt, dirty and disgusting.
You shouldn't disdain to use you on the appointed day.
Armed high heels trampled the reluctant insect to death.
Yi Liu
"Oh, I hope smart people use their smart minds,
Light the lamp of this dark world,
A name that makes the priest pale and gloomy
-The devil, the arrogant human fool,
Retreat and return to its lair in hell:
Until the human mind finally becomes possible.
Only bow to your fearless soul.
Waiting for the referee in front of the supreme throne of reason;
Like sparkling water drops rising from a clear lake.
Clouds covered the blue sky,
Words from thoughts often obscure thoughts,
Oh, take off the veil that hides your true face,
And all the light, color, sadness and laughter that don't belong to them,
Until truth and falsehood are exposed before their god,
Accept the praise and criticism they deserve.
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"Someone once taught human conquest.
On any road from cradle to grave,
He regards human beings as living gods,
Oh, that doesn't help! if
He sincerely supports oppression and is willing to be a slave.
Although the earth is rich in products,
Can feed hundreds of millions of people,
Thought breeds strength, just as tree species breeds trees;
Even if the passionate craft flutters the feathers of the flame,
Fly to the throne of nature to plead for you,
Seize the great mother who leaned over and was helped,
Begging her:' Give it to me, give it to your children,
The power to dominate the universe, so what?
If life creates new poverty and working people have income,
I have been deprived of the gifts and wealth that you and your craft gave me for thousands of times!
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"Come on, but please call the sun like Qi Ming.
Rise from the sea of dawn, please guide wisdom.
From the deep heart of the human spirit.
I've heard of her chariots, flying flags,
Like colorful clouds flying in the air with fireworks;
She, and you, the master of eternal thought,
Is it with solemn truth?
Referee this misallocated life arrangement?
Love, equality and justice,
The hope of the future, the honor of the past!
Oh, freedom! If that's your name,
Can you live without them and can they live without you?
If you and their treasure can be exchanged for blood and tears,
Aren't intelligent and free people already?
Tears and blood tears? "-a solemn song.
Yijiu
Stop here, singing soul
Suddenly return to its abyss;
So, just like a wild swan facing the dawn.
Through lightning and smoke, along your own route,
Flying at high altitude, suddenly hit by electric fire,
He passed through the golden light and fell to the ground.
The ground gave a dull response;
Like a summer cloud, it disappears when it is full of rain.
Just like a candle in the distance goes out with the end of the night,
Like a short-lived insect, it dies as time goes by,-
My song stopped because of the weakness of my wings,
The echo of the great sound that once supported it to fly
Disappear in the distance, like the sea that has just paved the way for swimmers.
Drowning him in the rough waves,
Hissing around the submerged head.
Early 1820