Go to the seaside
-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 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!
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.
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.
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 an education or a tyrant.
Goodbye, sea! Your majesty,
I will remember it deeply;
Your whisper at dusk,
I will listen for a long time.
Your image fills my heart,
To the jungle and the quiet wilderness,
I'll take your rock, your harbor,
Your voice, your Shui Ying wave.
Ode to freedom:
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 the best 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,
Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
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.
At midnight