1, "To Natalie"
Why can't I explain? Margo is the person I like.
Well, even I know what a bird Cupid is.
I am addicted to this passion, and I have to admit-I am in love, too!
Happy days have flown; Before that, I didn't know the burden of love.
I just live and sing, whether in the theater or in the ballroom.
I only fly like a breeze when I am entertaining or dancing;
Moreover, in order to ridicule the god of love, I also put the lovely opposite sex
My painting is ridiculous, but this ridicule is not in vain.
I finally fell in love, and even I, alas, am crazy about it.
Laughter, freedom, all left behind,
Kato, I have retired, and now I am-Selaton!
As soon as I saw the beauty of Natalya, I was even better than the beauty of serving Natalya.
Cupid alkali shot into my heart! Natalie, I admit,
My heart is full of your beautiful image, this is the first time, which makes me shy to say,
The beauty of women fascinates my soul. All day, no matter how you kill it,
You always occupy my heart; Night arrival-only you.
I saw it in an illusory dream; I saw, as if wearing a cloud skirt,
Lovely people are with me; Her timid and sweet breath,
The trembling of white chest, white conquers snow,
And the half-closed eyes, the faint and quiet night-
Oh, how exciting all this is! As if I were talking to her alone,
I saw ... pure lily, and I couldn't help shivering, feeling distressed and silent. ...
I woke up ... only darkness gathered in front of my lonely bed!
I sighed deeply: tired black eyes in my dream,
Alas, it has spread its wings and flown away. My enthusiasm burned even more fiercely,
Every moment, the love that tortures me makes me weaker.
My mind has been pursuing something, but what's the use? There's never been a person
Willing to make it clear to women. On the contrary, it is covered in one way or another.
As for me-I want to explain my heart. Everything lovers want.
I don't even know myself; This eccentricity really surprises me!
I'd like to wrap my coat and wear a tight hat diagonally.
When it was dark, I rubbed Anita's soft hand like Philemon.
Explain the pain of love and treat her as your own!
I hope: like Nadella, you leave me warm eyes,
Or I'm like little Rockina, the white-haired Obeken I love,
The old man abandoned by fate, wearing a wig and cloak,
With his reckless, hot hand, stroking on the soft white chest. ...
I wish ... but the sea is far apart, but I can't walk on it.
Although I love you madly, since we can't be together,
What's the use of all my hopes But, Natalie! You don't know yet
Who is your gentle Siradon? You don't understand. Why do you want it?
I can't even hope, Natalie. I have to explain:
I am not the owner of the harem, a Turk or a slave.
It is also wrong to guess that I am a polite American or an American.
Don't think I'm German, too, with a beer mug in my hand and a pointed hat on my head.
Hand-rolled cigarettes never leave your mouth. Don't think I'm a hussar.
I don't like the noise of war with long knives and helmets.
I can't put my sword and axe in my hand just because Adam committed a crime.
"So who are you, rambling lover? Look, look at the towering courtyard wall.
It floats down the shadow of eternal silence and looks at the locked doors and windows.
Only the hidden lights are shining … Natalie, I'm … an ascetic!
2. "To Natasha"
The beautiful summer has withered and withered, and the bright days are flying away;
The continuous fog at night is filled with the shadow of a nap;
The fertile fields are empty, and the playful streams are getting cold;
The gloomy forest is white with curly hair; The sky looks dim and boundless.
Dear Natasha! Where are you? Why can't I see you?
Don't you want to share time with your close friends?
Whether on the sparkling lake or under the fragrant bodhi tree,
I can't see your beautiful image in the morning or at night.
Soon, soon, in the cold winter, I will visit forests and fields;
In a smoky farmhouse, the fire will soon burn;
But I still can't see her charm, like a caged bird.
Sitting at home alone in frustration, I miss my Natasha deeply.
3. Autumn morning
Make a sound; The sound of reeds in the field
Swallowed my lonely hut, and the last dream took away the beautiful image of a beautiful woman.
Fly out of my mind together. The shadow of night has disappeared from the sky,
Sunrise, a bright day-
I am surrounded by a dead wasteland. ...
She's gone ... on the shore-
She comes to date me every sunny night,
But now I'm on shore, on the grass,
I can't find her beautiful feet.
The slightest mark left.
I wandered deep in the jungle,
Shouting incomparable names;
I called to her-but there was only an empty field.
Responding to my lonely voice in the distance.
I was immersed in fantasy and walked to the river.
I saw the flow of the river,
Ripples no longer tremble her unforgettable beauty,
She's gone ... Ah, in the sweet spring.
I will feel happy when I come!
At this moment, the cold hands of autumn have stripped the heads of birch and bodhi trees;
It is loud in the open forest; Dead leaves fly day and night,
A gust of autumn wind roared by, and the fog rippled with chilly waves.
Ah, fields, hills, familiar pine forests,
My sad and happy witness!
You are forgotten ... only when the sweet spring comes again!
4. Authenticity
18 16, Homo sapiens has been looking for it since ancient times.
Traces of the truth forgotten by the world,
It took them a long time and arguments to explain.
Those old sayings of former people.
They think: "The naked truth is hidden in the depths of Jing Quan."
So they drank a glass of water happily,
I started shouting, "I'll find out the truth!" " "
However, a man suddenly appeared, as if he were an old Xilin who benefited the world.
He saw their stupidity buried deep behind him,
All the water and shouting exhausted him;
So, we stopped thinking about breathing,
His first thought was wine. He drank it, drank it, and then there was not a drop left.
But the truth I saw was actually buried at the bottom of the cup.
5. Countries
Bless you, a corner of the wilderness,
Leisure, work and entertainment,
This is where my days slip away,
Indulge in happiness and forgetting.
I am yours, and I have given up the luxurious feast.
False entertainment, women's sexy maze,
Just for the silence of the fields and the harmonious music of the Woods,
For free leisure, it is most suitable for fantasy galloping.
I am yours: I love this garden.
Deep and cool, all kinds of wild flowers bloom everywhere,
I love this vast green field, filled with the fragrance of hay.
Some streams in Ming Che gurgle among the trees.
Wherever I look, I will see vivid pictures:
There are two lakes here, calm and without waves.
On the blue water, the white sails of fishing boats occasionally flashed.
Behind the lake are rolling hills and fields.
Sparse farmhouses are scattered in the distance.
On the wet shore of the lake, flocks of cattle and sheep are wandering.
The threshing floor braved the light smoke and turned the windmill of the mill at midnight.
Ah, there are scenes of getting rich through labor everywhere.
I live here and get rid of the shackles of the world.
I learned to find happiness in truth,
I worship the laws of nature with a free heart,
I no longer listen to private conversations of ignorant people.
I will answer my shy heart with sympathy,
I no longer envy little people or donkeys.
Despite their arrogance and injustice.
Ancient prophets, this is where I asked you for advice!
My residence here is solemn and quiet,
Your soothing voice is clearer and more beautiful,
It dispelled my melancholy and lazy dreams,
It ignited my passion for work,
Ah, your good idea,
It also grows in my heart.
However, a pessimistic idea is disturbing.
Between fertile fields and hills
Who cares that the fate of mankind can be seen without sympathy?
There are stupid and painful scenes everywhere.
There are savage landlords here, who have no respect for the law and no feelings.
Destiny takes a hand, they should be the disaster of the people,
Despite tears and entreaties,
Only use compulsory whips to transfer farmers' property, labor and time,
Forced into their own hands. The slaves here obey the whip of their ruthless masters,
Bending on someone else's plow, being dragged by the rope, emaciated and struggling.
Here, all people are oxen and horses with yokes all their lives.
Without hope, without spiritual pursuit,
Here, even delicate and charming girls can only be ruthlessly destroyed.
When one generation of fathers is old, the next generation of sons
The satisfactory beam-column and labor expert will take over,
They kept multiplying from their ancestors' huts.
Crowds of servants, those tortured slaves.
Oh, I hope my songs can touch people's heartstrings!
Passion burns in my heart, but what good is it?
Why didn't God give me the gift of eloquence?
Oh, my friend! Whether one day, I will see it.
The czar nodded so that the people would no longer be enslaved?
Can you see it in our country?
The bright dawn of enlightenment and freedom has finally risen?
6. to kern
I remember that wonderful moment: you appeared in front of me,
Like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
In the torment of despair and sadness, in the confusion of noise and illusion,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Fanatical passion
Dispel past dreams, so I forgot your gentle voice,
And your angelic face.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My years passed quietly,
Lost desire, lost inspiration,
I lost my tears, my life and my love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken: so you appeared in front of me,
Like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
My heart beats with ecstasy, and everything wakes up for it.
With vision, inspiration, life, tears and love.
7. "If life deceives you"
If life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient!
Keep calm on a blue day: believe in it and a happy day will come!
The heart always yearns for the future; I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass;
And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.
8. The road in winter
Through the wavy clouds, a bright moon was revealed.
It gives off clear light alone, shining on the desolate glade.
A fast three-set carriage, speeding on the lonely road in winter,
That monotonous bell sounds very tired.
In the coachman's Long song, you can hear some kind of voice echoing:
One moment is heroic and joyful singing, and the other moment is pouring out inner sadness. ...
You can't see the lights and the dark hut.
There is snow and desolation everywhere ... I met head-on along the way.
Only the stakes marked with stripes are used to mark the mileage. ...
Lonely, sad ... Tomorrow, Nina,
I can't go back to my dear tomorrow,
I will never get tired of staring at you and forgetting everything by the fire.
The hour hand on the clock, with sound, completed its symmetrical week.
Let the boring people go away at midnight, but nothing can separate us.
Sadness, Nina: My journey is so lonely.
My coachman was silent because he was sleepy.
Only the bell rang monotonously, and then the clouds covered the clear moon.
9. Prisoners
I sat behind the bars of a damp prison,
A young eagle growing up in a cage
Keep me company gloomily; It flapped its wings,
Grab bloody food under the fence.
It pecked, discarded and looked out of the window.
It seems that I have the same trouble.
It greeted me with eyes and cries,
Like to say, "Let's fly, it's time,
"We are free birds, flying away-
Fly to the beautiful mountains behind the dark clouds,
Fly there, to the blue cape,
Only the wind is dancing ... I am your company! ……"
10, Ode to Freedom
Go, get out of my sight, weak queen Sisala!
Where are you? Thunder to the emperor, ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, tear off my laurel tree and break the delicate harp. .....
I want to sing freedom for the world, and I want to fight against the evil of the throne.
Please point out to me the noble footprint of that brilliant Gaul,
You let him sing a brave hymn and face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The autocratic tyrant in the world, the impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
Listen, you prostrate slaves, cheer up and wake up!
Well, look around-there are whips and iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to jurisprudence, the tears of Wang Yang, the weakness of servility;
In the darkness of prejudice, unjust power is everywhere.
Reach the top-by the talent of slavery and the passion for glory.
If you want to see the emperor's head without the pain of the people,
Only when sacred freedom is combined with strong jurisprudence;
Only when jurisprudence uses a powerful shield, its sword, to protect all people.
Seized by loyal citizens, waving on the head of equality without mercy.
Only when hand of justice strikes evil from a height,
This hand, it will not tolerate it a little because of greed or fear.
People in power! It was the law, not heaven, that gave you the crown and throne,
Although you are above the people, you should be ruled by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, it's a pity, that's the misfortune of the nation, if the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If people or emperors can play with the jurisprudence in their hands!
I'm going to ask you to testify about this, oh, martyrs who highlight mistakes,
In the recent storm, your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
Under the witness of silent descendants, Louis got up and died in high spirits.
He released the crown's head and hung it on the bloody treacherous guillotine;
Law is silent-people are silent, and the axe of sin has fallen. .....
Therefore, the Gauls in chains are covered with the purple robes of evil people.
I hate you and your throne, tyrannical tyrants and demons!
I watched your downfall and the death of your descendants with cruel joy.
Everyone will read the curse of the man on your forehead,
You are the reproach of God, the shame of nature and the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky twinkle on the dark Neva River at midnight,
And the carefree head is pressed to sleep by peaceful dreams.
The pensive singer stared at the barren remains of the tyrant,
A long-abandoned palace rested in the fog.
He also heard Cleo's terrible sentence behind the terrible palace wall.
Regula's last moment was clearly presented to his eyes.
He also saw a group of mysterious planes passing by wearing shoulder straps and medals.
Drunk by wine and malice, arrogant in face and fearful in heart.
The disloyal guards were silent, and the suspended suspension bridge fell quietly.
In the dark, two palace doors were quietly opened by bribed spies. .....
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! .....
A shameful blow came ... the villain with the crown died.
Accept this lesson, emperors: today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Bloody prisons and altars can't be your real barriers;
Please keep your head down in the shadow of legal reliability.
In this way, people's freedom and peace are the eternal guards of the throne.
1 1, to the seaside
Goodbye, free element!
Your blue waves rolled in front of me for the last time.
Your arrogant beauty shines. Like a friend's sad complaint,
I like his voice calling when he broke up, your melancholy voice, your urgent call,
Hovering in my ear for the last time. The place my heart yearns for!
How many times have I walked on your shore, thinking quietly and wandering alone,
I am full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish! How much I love you,
The 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, boldly passing over your waves,
And how many fishing boats will sink when you are angry and difficult to subdue.
Oh, how can I abandon your lonely and still coast,
I wish you with all my heart: May my poems 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?
In your vast universe, there is a place that can awaken my sleeping heart.
Cliffs and glorious graves ...
There, there are many precious thoughts.
Immersed in an infinitely bleak dream; That's where Napoleon was buried.
He rests in peace in the misery there. Right behind him, another genius,
Like rolling thunder, it flies away from us, another master of our thoughts.
He passed away and wept freely. He left his laurel to the world.
Surging, set off a stormy wave: the sea, he praised you before his death!
Your image is reflected in him, and your spirit is condensed on him.
Like you, majestic, melancholy, profound,
Just like you, tenacious and tenacious. O sea, the world is empty. ...
Where are you taking me now? The world is full of the same fate:
Where there is happiness, there are people who have happiness, either education or tyrants.
Goodbye, sea! I will deeply remember your majesty;
I will listen to your whisper in the dusk for a long time. ...
Your image fills my heart, facing the jungle and the quiet wilderness.
I will take away your rocks, your harbor, your sound waves and your Shui Ying waves.
12, to Cha Adayev.
The glory of love, hope and peace cannot deceive us for long.
Even the joy of youth disappeared like a dream, like the morning mist;
But our hearts are still burning with desire. Under the pressure of the brutal regime,
We listened anxiously to the call of our motherland.
We endure the torture of expectation, waiting for the sacred free time,
Like a young lover, waiting for that sincere date.
Now the fire of freedom is still burning in our hearts,
Now our dedication to honor is not dead,
My friend, we should put our hearts and minds.
Beautiful passion, all presented to our Zubang!
Believe it, comrade: a charming and happy star.
It will rise and shine, and Russia will wake up from its deep sleep.
On the ruins of tyranny, our names will be written!