Pushkin
Goodbye, free element!
Your blue waves are in front of me.
For the last time,
Your arrogant beauty shines.
Like a friend's sad complaint,
Just like his voice when he broke up,
Your melancholy voice, your urgent call,
Hovering in my ear for the last time.
The first and second verses of the poem point out goodbye, because the poet is about to bid farewell to Odessa and go to the village of Mikhailovsk. He described the unrestrained sea as "an unrestrained element", and the sea in Pushkin's eyes has a free temperament. )
The place my heart yearns for!
How many times have I walked across your shore,
I meditate quietly alone, wandering,
I am full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish!
In front of the sea, people can be calm and purified. Pushkin's inner sorrow was persecuted by politics, and he poured out in front of the sea in this exile. The sea is his best friend. )
How much I love you,
That deep tone, the sound of the abyss,
And your loneliness at dusk,
And your unpredictable passion.
The docile sails of fishermen,
Everything is protected by your will,
Bravely pass over your peak,
When you are angry and uncontrollable,
How many fishing boats will sink.
Oh, how can I put it aside?
Your lonely and still coast,
I bless you with joy:
May my poetry roll forward.
Through your peaks and valleys!
You expect, you call-but I am bound;
My inner struggle is also futile;
Attracted by this intense passion,
I have to stay on your shore. ...
What are you sorry for? Where am I now?
Passionate yearning, carefree road?
There is a place in your vastness.
Can wake up my sleeping heart.
("You expect, you call-but I am bound and my mental struggle is in vain." If people cannot live freely, they will feel pain, and so will our poets. Under the harsh rule of the autocratic czar government, they could not breathe the breath of freedom. Pushkin is eager to escape overseas, but his heart is full of longing for freedom, but he is firmly bound by reality. He is looking for a way out of life and longing for the vastness of the sea. In fact, people who are firmly bound by reality and lose their freedom can feel Pushkin's feelings in this poem. )
Cliffs and glorious graves ...
There, there are many precious thoughts.
Immersed in an infinitely bleak dream;
That's where Napoleon was buried.
He rested in the misery there.
Right behind him, another genius,
Fly away from us like rolling thunder,
Another master of our thoughts.
He's dead, and he can cry freely,
He left his laurel to the world.
Surge and rush, set off a storm:
O sea, he praised you before he died!
Your image is reflected in him,
Your spirit is condensed on him,
Like you, majestic, melancholy, profound,
Just like you, tenacious and tenacious.
Facing the turbulent sea, the poet remembered two historical figures, one was Napoleon and the other was Byron. Napoleon swept the feudal forces in Europe at a stormy speed. Byron, an equally talented young poet, also joined the army and fought side by side with the Greek people who rose up against him. He soon died of illness at the age of 36. The sea, Napoleon and Byron all have the spirit of freedom, which inspires Pushkin, who also yearns for freedom, to continue his struggle. )