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cloud
I long for flowers, rivers and the sea.
Bring fresh showers;
I put a faint shadow on the green leaves when they
Rest in the dream of taking a nap.
Shake off the dew on my wings and wake me up.
Every sweet bud,
Their mother trembled when she went around the sun.
Hold them in your arms and sleep.
I waved the flail of hail and put the green leaves.
Jumping like a silver coat;
Then I melted the ice and snow with rain, and I burst out laughing.
When I pass through the thunder. I sifted the snowflakes and scattered them on the mountain below.
Giant pine groaned and cried in fear;
Snow became my pillow all night,
When I sleep in the strong wind.
Sitting on my castle in the air.
Solemn lightning-my knight,
There is a cave below, where Ray is imprisoned.
Give out bouts of struggle and roar;
Over the land, over the sea, my knight.
Guide me gently,
Fairy in the depths of purple waves, with their love.
Seduce his heart;
Over lakes, rivers, plains and greedy cliffs.
The mountains are rolling,
The place he yearns for, the spirit he loves.
Always at the foot of the mountain, in the water;
Although he will disappear in the rain, I will be forever.
Bathed in the blue smile of heaven. (2) Blood-red sunrise, open his fireball eyes,
When the lights went out in Qi Ming,
Shake off his burning feathers and jump on me.
The back of the flying clouds sailing at full speed;
Like a flying eagle with golden wings,
In the earthquake
The steep mountain top shook and trembled.
Stop for a minute.
When the sunset emerges from the sparkling sea.
Love and rest,
And above, the crimson curtains at dusk are also from
The depths of the sky arrival;
I fold my wings and rest in an ethereal nest, like a dove.
Quiet as an egg. A round-faced girl with a white flame,
Mortals call her the moon,
Glowing dimly, sliding in the night wind shop
On my wool carpet;
Wherever her invisible feet tread,
So light that only angels can hear,
If you break the light wire at the top of my tent,
The stars peeped from behind her;
I couldn't help laughing when I saw them running around.
Like a crowded golden bee,
When I propped up the crack in the tent in the wind and rain,
Until the quiet rivers and lakes.
It's like crossing the sky where I fell,
Embedded in these stars and the moon. I wound the burning ribbon around the throne of the sun,
Surround the moon with pearls;
The volcano is eclipsed, the stars are shaking and bumping-
When the whirlwind unfurled my flag.
From this corner to that corner, it's like a huge long bridge.
Surging waves pass through the ocean;
I'm hanging in the air like a sun roof,
The pillar is a high mountain.
I brought ice and snow, hurricanes and blazing fireworks.
Through the arc de Triomphe,
At this time, the power of the atmosphere tugged at my car seat.
The arch of the door is a rainbow of colorful weather;
Fireballs weave soft colors in the sky,
The wet earth is smiling. I am the daughter of the earth and water,
Adopted son of the sky,
I travel to and from all the pores of the sea and land-
I have changed, but I will not die.
Because the sky washed after rain is naked,
Besides, spotless,
Wind and sunshine use their protruding light.
Build a blue sky dome,
I smiled silently at my empty grave,
Drill out of the rainy cave,
Like a baby leaving its mother's body, like a ghost flying away from the cemetery,
I vacated it and tore it down again.
Translated by Jiang Feng
(1) refers to the earth revolves around the sun.
(2) For the above ten lines, the note by W. Alexander is as follows: "These lines are used.
It is not clear what kind of natural phenomenon is depicted in the language of poetry.
However, since lightning is the master of clouds, Shelley may think that the influence
The cloud is moving the electricity of the opposite sex on the ground, which is said here.
It's a fairy. The part of the rider who drives the cloud to the ground is his dream.
Think about where fairies or elves (that is, electricity of the opposite sex) are. Because of this electricity
The lower layer of the cloud turned into rain, while the upper layer was still bathed in the blue sky.
Smile. "
To larks.
(British) Shelley-translated by Jiang Feng
Hello, happy elf!
You never seem to be a bird,
From heaven or near heaven,
Accompanied by cheerful music,
Don't carve art, pour out your heart.
Up, then fly high,
You jump from the ground,
Like a burning Yun Lan,
Through the blue sky,
Always singing and flying, flying and singing.
The sun below the horizon,
Emit golden lightning,
In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,
You fly in the bright light,
The seemingly shapeless joy has just begun a rapid expedition.
A faint crimson dusk,
Melt in your voyage,
Like a star in the sky,
Although we can't see each other,
But I can clearly hear your happy voice-
Sharp and bright music,
Like a silver star sword,
Its bright light,
The morning light faded,
Until it is difficult to distinguish, it can be felt in space.
The whole earth and atmosphere,
Ring through your gentle voice,
As if on a desolate night,
From behind the lonely cloud,
The bright moon is shining, and its brilliance permeates the universe.
We don't know what you are.
What is the most similar to you?
From the neon rosy clouds,
It's hard to rain so beautifully,
Can be compared with the music that comes with you.
Like a poet,
You can't see it in the brilliance of your thoughts.
Recite impromptu poetic rhythms,
Until the sympathy of the whole world,
Awaken by hopes and worries that have never been noticed.
Like a noble girl,
Living on the balcony of the palace,
In lonely and indescribable moments,
Send away the feelings of suffering because of love,
Sweetness overflows the boudoir like a love song.
Like a golden firefly,
In the dewy mountains and valleys,
There's no sign of travel,
Spread out the glittering streamer,
In the grass that blocks our sight.
Like her own green leaves
A rose in the shade,
Damaged by hot air,
Until it's fragrant
Drunk the reckless informer with too much sweetness.
Glittering grass,
The sound of falling spring rain,
The buds that wake up after the rain,
It can be called refreshing.
Everything new is not as good as your music.
Birds or elves,
What are the sweet thoughts in your heart?
I've never heard of it,
An ode to love or wine,
Can generate produce such a sacred stream of bliss.
Whether it's a wedding chorus,
Whether it's a winning song,
Compared with your music,
It's just a bluff,
People can feel that there is always poverty among them.
What kind of images or events,
Is the source of your happy songs.
Fields, waves or mountains?
Air and land forms?
Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain?
With your strong joy for Minche,
So that burnout will never appear,
The shadow of trouble will never
I can't be near you,
You love, but you never know the sadness of loving too much.
Whether to wake up or go to bed,
Your understanding of death must be better than
What we mortals dream of.
More profound and true, otherwise
Why is the sound stream of your music like LCD?
We looked back and forth for the sake of
Something that doesn't exist, worrying about yourself,
Our most sincere smile,
Mixed with some kind of distress,
Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best express our sadness.
However, even if we can get rid of it.
Hatred, arrogance and fear,
Even if we weren't born.
Drop a tear,
We don't know how to approach your happiness.
More than all happy melodies,
Sweeter and better,
More than all the treasures in books,
More abundant,
This is your contempt for dust, your artistic skill.
Teach me half your heart.
Must be familiar happiness,
Harmonious, fiery passion
Will come out of my mouth,
At this moment, the whole world will be like me-give ear and listen. [ 1]