Ode to the Ancient Greek Urn is a poem written for Keats. Keats, whose full name is john keats john keats (1795—182 1), was born in London at the end of 18. He is one of the outstanding English poets and a major member of the Romantic School.
The translation of Ode to an Ancient Greek Urn is as follows:
You entrust yourself to a "silent" perfect virgin,
Influenced by "silence" and "long history",
Oh, pastoral historian, you can tell this story.
A flower-like story is more magnificent than a poem;
In your body, isn't it lingering?
Ancient legend, with green leaves as the edge;
Talking about people, or gods, Dempi or Akadi?
Oh, what kind of person, or God! Before the dance music
What a passionate pursuit! How can girls run!
What bagpipes and drums! How fascinating!
The music you hear is good, but if you can't hear it,
But more beautiful; So, blow, gentle bagpipes;
Not for the ears, but sweeter,
It plays silent music for the soul;
The beautiful boy under the tree can't stop.
Your song, trees can't shed leaves;
Reckless lover, you will never, never kiss,
Although close enough-but don't be sad;
She won't be old, although you can't get what you want,
You will always love, and she will always be beautiful!
Oh, happy tree! Your branches and leaves
Will not peel off, and will never leave spring;
Happy pipers never stop,
His songs are always so fresh;
Oh, happier, happier love!
Always warm, waiting for the lover's feast,
Heartbeat is always warm and always young;
Happiness is all these extraordinary forms:
It won't make the mind feel satisfied and sad,
No fiery mind, thirsty lips.
who the hell are all these people？ Do they all have to make sacrifices?
This sacrificial calf, singing to the sky,
Where are you taking it, mysterious priest?
The wreath filled its smooth waist.
From a small town near the river and the sea,
Or some quiet village in Baozhai,
These people came, on this week morning?
Oh, town, your streets are always quiet;
There will never be a soul back.
Tell people why you are so lonely.
Oh, Greek shape! Aesthetic observation!
Men and women with stone carvings on them,
There are trees and trampled grass;
Silent body, you are like "eternity"
Let people surpass their thoughts: oh, the cold countryside!
When the old generation withered,
Only you are as old as ever; In other places.
In grief, you will comfort future generations and say:
"Beauty is truth and truth is beauty", including
Everything you know and need to know.