A lark
Salute you, happy elf!
You were never a bird,
From heaven, or nearby,
Pour all your heart.
In the rich and unprepared art.
Higher and higher
You gushed from the earth.
Like a fire;
You spread your wings deep in the blue sky,
Singing is still flying, always flying.
In the golden lightning
Sunsink sun
No matter which cloud is bright,
You float and run,
Like an immature joy, its competition has just begun.
Light purple or even
Melt around your flight;
Like the stars in the sky
In broad daylight
You are invisible, but I still hear your sharp joy:
Sharp as an arrow
In that silver sphere,
Whose strong light has narrowed?
On a clear white dawn
Until we could hardly see it-we thought it was there.
All the land and air
Use your loud voice.
When the night is bare,
From a lonely cloud
The moon lowered her light, and heaven was flooded.
We don't know what you are;
What is most like you?
Rainbow cloud does not flow.
Such bright drops of water
It's like a wonderful rain falling from your face.
Like a hidden poet
According to the thought,
Singing hymns uninvited,
Until the end of the world
Compassionate hopes and fears are not noticed:
Like a girl of noble birth
In the tower of a palace,
Soothe her loving heart.
The soul of a mysterious moment
Music as sweet as love overflows her gazebo;
Like a golden firefly
In the valley of dew,
Scattering without holding
Its colors in the air
In flowers and grass, the screen changes from view:
Like a rose in bud
In its own green leaves,
Withered by the warm wind,
Until it gives off a fragrance
Eating too many sweets will make these thieves with wings faint.
The sound of spring showers
On the flickering grass,
Flowers awakened by rain,
Everything that used to be
Happy, clear and fresh, your music is beyond.
Teach us, elf or bird,
What a sweet idea you have:
I have never heard.
Compliments of love or wine
Breathe out such a sacred ecstasy.
chorus
Or the arc de Triomphe
Matching with you will be all.
But an empty boast-
Something we think hides some kind of desire.
What is a fountain?
Your happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shape is the sky or plain?
What kind of love is your kind? What ignorance of pain?
With your clear and keen joy
Burnout cannot be:
The shadow of trouble
Never come near you:
You love, but you never know the sad satisfaction of love.
Whether awake or asleep,
Your death must be believed.
Things are more real and profound.
More than we mortals dream of,
Or how do your notes flow in this crystal stream?
We look at the front and back,
Longing for something that doesn't exist:
Our most sincere laughter
It is sad to bring some pain;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.
However, if we can despise
Hatred, pride and fear;
If we were born,
No tears,
I don't know how we can approach your happiness.
Better than all measures.
A sweet voice,
More than all treasures
Found it in the book,
You are a poet, you are a mocker of the earth!
Teach me half the happiness.
Your brain must know,
Such a harmonious madness
Flowing from my lips
At that time, the world should listen, as I am listening now!