Chapter 1
The melancholic devil, the banished elf,
flying over the sinful land,
looking at the past time The beautiful memories
scenes flashed in his heart.
He was once a holy angel of wisdom,
dwelling in the heaven of God,
The hasty comet rushed across the vast universe,
A pair of bright eyes smiled at him,
looking at each other and paying tribute to each other.
Through layers of eternal cumulus clouds,
Gazing at the stars floating in the sky,
He is kind-hearted and wants to get acquainted,
A group of people abandoned by God.
At that time, he was deeply favored by the Creator.
He had faith and knew how to love and hate.
He never doubted and did not blaspheme.
< p>The bad habit of wasting his time,has not eroded his pure heart...
Countless past events are like passing clouds,
It is difficult to put them all together Remember it clearly.
The exiles wandered in the wilderness,
for a long time they could not find a place to stay.
Century after century,
just like minute after minute,
pass by quickly in a monotonous sequence.
He rules this small world,
spreads evil, but is not happy:
He has traveled all over the world and has not seen anything,
Can resist his little tricks——
He is also tired of doing evil.
The exiles from heaven flap their wings and fly,
flying over the mountains of the Caucasus.
The Kazbek Mountains are covered in silver,
shining like a huge diamond.
The Dariyar Valley is dark and gloomy,
like a large curved crack in the ground,
like a winding and crawling snake.
The Terek River surges day and night,
Like a lion with a flowing mane,
the roar resounds between heaven and earth.
Beasts roam the mountains, birds fly in the blue sky,
Listen to the roaring river and sing loudly.
Patches of golden clouds in the sky,
traveling long distances from the far south,
have been carrying this river to the north.
The cliffs on both sides of the river are endless.
Once you are tortured by the mysterious sleepiness,
you will hang your head high towards the river,
Gazing at its gleaming blue waves.
The tower of the castle stands tall on the cliff,
Looking awe-inspiring through the clouds and mist,
It stands at the gate of the mountains,
< p>Guard the Caucasus like a giant.The entire world was created by God,
There are also strange and wild scenery here.
The proud elf is full of contempt,
cast a glance at God's creation,
His proud forehead is raised,
The expression on his face is mysterious and unpredictable.
Then another scene appeared before us,
like a picture of blooming flowers:
The beautiful Georgia Valley,
like Luxurious carpets are spread in the distance.
This is a happy and magnificent land!
The rows of poplars stand upright like Optimus Prime,
The rose bushes are in full bloom, full of affection,
The river bed is full of colorful stones,
A rushing stream flows.
The graceful lark sings like a flower girl,
The shy beauty lowers her head and remains silent.
The branches of the plane trees are lush and leafy,
The tree body is entangled with lush evergreen vines.
Three or two elk hid timidly in the cave to avoid the heat.
The green leaves play with the golden glow, the vegetation is full of vitality,
Thousands of sounds are singing in unison among the blue sky and green land,
Hundreds of thousands of creatures are breathing quietly.
The scorching sun at noon stirs up the poisonous heat,
drops of nectar drop down at midnight -
God is always nourishing the earth at this moment.
The beautiful eyes of the Georgian girl are like the stars in the clear night sky...
The scenery between heaven and earth is prosperous,
The exile His heart is silent and empty:
Except for cold jealousy,
There are no new feelings and passions;
And what he sees now ,
It arouses his contempt and hatred even more.
Master Gudal has gray hair.
He built himself a high house with an open courtyard.
Served countless loyal and obedient slaves.
< p>Use all their blood and sweat.The high courtyard wall stands on the hillside,
blocking the bright sunshine in the early morning,
stone steps are carved out of the cliff,
p>
The tall tower leads directly to the river.
The young and beautiful girl Tamara,
covers her face with a white veil,
often goes to the Aragua River to fetch water,
Just walk up and down these stone steps.
This house is tall and fortified.
It overlooks the valley silently on the cliff;
The bagpipes are sounding and the wine is pouring.
< p>There is a grand banquet here today:Gudal held a wedding for his daughter,
Invited relatives and friends to attend the celebration.
On the carpeted roof,
the bride is sitting among her girlfriends,
where they are singing and dancing,
Wide away the waiting time leisurely.
The mountains in the distance covered half of the setting sun,
The girls were singing with their hands tapping the rhythm,
At this time, a beautiful woman picked up the tambourine——< /p>
It is the bride who is as beautiful as a flower.
I saw her delicate hands lifting the tambourine,
drawing a circle on top of her head,
suddenly jumping faster than a bird,
p>
Suddenly he stopped and raised his eyes to look around——
Under those admirable eyelashes,
a pair of watery eyes flashed.
She suddenly raised her eyebrows gently,
and then lowered her pink neck slightly,
The pair of extremely delicate little feet,
Rotating and sliding on the carpet.
Her heart was full of innocent joy,
Katsugami also showed a slight smile.
The bright moon in the sky casts a clear and beautiful light,
reflecting the slight ripples on the blue waves.
How can it be compared with this pure heart and vigorous youth?
How can it be compared with this beautiful smile!
I swear, by the dawn of the east,
by the stars of midnight and the setting sun,
the king of Persia, who is full of gold,
Or any emperor in the world,
Never kissed such eyes!
The gushing fountains in countless palaces,
drops of foam splash in the hot season,
never used the cool and pure water,
< p>I have washed such a beautiful figure!No hand in the world has ever combed such beautiful hair,
stroked such a lovely forehead.
Since humans were expelled from the Garden of Eden,
I dare say that under the southern sun,
There has never been such a beautiful woman!
She is the heiress of Gudal,
is dancing and singing for the last time,
Today she is an innocent and lively girl,
< p>Tomorrow all freedom will be taken away,Become a loyal and obedient wife,
Go far away to an unknown foreign country,
Go to a completely unfamiliar home Life.
The future is mysterious and uncertain,
The cheerful face is often sad;
At this moment, she is still dancing,
A simple and cute look.
If a demon passes by in the sky at this time,
Even if he only glances at her,
he will definitely remember his former companions,
He turned away and let out a long sigh.
It happened that the devil saw this scene,
Immediately felt his heart pounding,
The sudden passion was indescribable.
A sound of happiness echoed in Kong Mo’s heart for a long time.
Suddenly he realized again,
The sacredness of love, beauty and kindness!
He gazed at this wonderful scene,
with a dream of past happiness,
like an endless chain,
Like twinkling stars,
flying and turning in front of your eyes.
He was attracted by invisible forces, and
began to experience this new worry.
The seven emotions and six desires suddenly spoke again,
speaking the sincere language of the past,
but those deceptive rhetoric,
wrestled I can't even remember anything.
Have you forgotten all your evil thoughts?
God never gave him the power to forget.
Could this be a sign of rebirth?
......
When the setting sun gradually sets in the Western Mountains,
The anxious groom is hurrying to attend the wedding banquet.
.
The blue waves of the Aragua River reflected the sunset,
The groom arrived safely at the Qingqing River.
A large group of camels walked behind him,
carrying heavy wedding gifts,
one after another in a long queue,
Taking long, unsteady steps forward.
There were camel bells jingling,
Chief Sinodar walked in front,
The groom was carrying a rich treasure.
The belt is tightly tied around the burly waist,
The scimitar gleams in the sun,
A dagger inlaid with gold and silver is fastened to the waist,
p>
There is also a carved spear on his back.
The riding uniform on his body is gorgeous and colorful,
It is embroidered with beautiful patterns with gold thread,
The two broad sleeves are fluttering in the wind.
The saddle is embroidered with colorful silk threads,
The reins are tied with exquisite silk tassels,
Under the crotch is a golden horse, < /p>
The horse was covered in sweat.
The agile horse produced Qian Karabakh,
At this time, it pricked up its ears in fear,
snorted and looked sideways from the high slope,
p>
The turbulent waves stirred up the foam.
The narrow road on the cliff bank is so dangerous!
On the left is a mountain with steep cliffs, and on the right is an abyss with rapids.
The night is gradually falling, and it is getting late.
The sunset is dim on the snow-covered peaks.
The people and horses are hurrying forward.
There is a small ancestral hall on the roadside.
For many years, a prince was worshiped.
He died at the hands of a revengeful enemy.
Now it is revered as a god.
Whether you are going to a festival or participating in a battle,
No matter where you are rushing to,
Pedestrians must always pray sincerely,
Towards this small ancestral hall.
And this kind of prayer is really effective.
It can avoid the swords of cultists.
But the brave groom was absent-minded and ignored this custom.
The cunning devil played his tricks,
troubled the groom's heart with fantasy:
He thought he was in the darkness of the night,
Kissing the bride's lips.
Suddenly two or three figures flashed out,
Then gunfire rang out - something happened!
The brave prince did not say a word.
Standing on the stirrups, he bowed slightly,
and pulled his leather hat to his brow.
The gun in his hand flashed with a faint light,
The whip cracked, and another shot was fired,
He rushed forward like a goshawk. ...
Low moans and high-pitched screams,
resounded throughout the deep canyon in an instant.
But the battle did not last long:
The coward among the attendants had fled.
Everything around them slowly became quiet.
The frightened camels huddled together,
looking at the driver’s body in horror.
The low and monotonous sound of camel bells
soon echoed over the grassland again,
the camel team loaded with treasures was in trouble.
Flocks of nocturnal birds
hovered over the dead bodies of the Christians.
They were not buried in their native monastery,
where there were quiet tombs under the stone slabs,
where their ancestors rested.
Their sisters and mothers,
all wear long shawls on their heads,
cannot carry sorrow and prayer,
People come from far away to pay their respects to their graves.
But there was a very kind man,
erected a cross on the rock beside the road,
so that future generations could commemorate them.
The thorns and vines that grow up in spring,
wrap green branches around the cross,
appease these dead strangers.
The passers-by have gone through many hardships,
rest under the shade of Christ,
weary steps start on the return journey again...
The horse runs faster than the fallow deer,
It seems to be snorting towards the battlefield.
Sometimes it suddenly stops while running,
violates its nostrils vigorously,
listens to the sound of the breeze;
< p>Sometimes he leaped into the air,the four iron hooves knocked on the ground almost simultaneously,
raising the long and scattered mane,
fighting Keep running forward with your life in mind.
The rider on the horse could no longer speak.
From time to time he struggled hard on the saddle.
His feet firmly pressed into the stirrups.
The weak head drooped downward,
The flowing blood stained the saddle red,
and dripped from the saddle to the ground. < /p>
Having caught up with him in the darkness.
The Gudal family was in a commotion and crying,
People in the yard crowded together:
Whose horse was panting and galloping,
Fell to the ground on the stone steps in front of the gate?
Who is this dead rider?
The clothes and weapons are dripping with blood.
The dark brown face has deep wrinkles.
< p>There are still traces of the brutal battle,He still held his hand tightly in the final struggle,
One hand grasped the horse's mane tightly?
Girl, this is your groom,
Just now you were looking forward to him eagerly!
He has fulfilled his noble promise,
he came to attend his wedding feast,
It is a pity that he suffered a disaster on the way,
From now on, I can no longer ride on the saddle of a horse!
Suddenly God’s punishment came,
A bolt from the blue fell on Wuyou’s house!
Poor Tamara fainted immediately,
lying on the embroidered couch and crying loudly.
Her chest was twitching up and down,
tears rolled down drop by drop,
suddenly she heard a voice above her head,
Speak in a magical tone:
"Don't cry, baby, there's no point in crying!
Your tears are not fairy dew,
No Pour the cold corpse to wake up,
It can only burn the cheeks of virgins,
It can only blur your bright eyes
His soul has left! You are far away,
I can no longer feel your sorrow
His soul has left the body,
bathed in the glory of heaven,
Listen to the beautiful music of the Kingdom of Heaven
The joys and sorrows of the living,
The sadness and crying of the poor girl,
For the Kingdom of Heaven. The guest is worthless.
Everyone who lives must die. This is fate.
I am an angel on earth. Believe me,
The precious sorrow you send for him,
He does not deserve to enjoy it even for a moment!
“In that ocean-like space,
the fleet of stars is arranged neatly;
< p>They have no rudders and no sails.They float quietly among the clouds and mist.
The vast sky is boundless and endless,
The clouds are as thin as silk threads;
The light thin clouds are always erratic,
No trace was left in Guangyu.
Whether they are together or parting,
they have no joy or sorrow;
they have no hope for the future,
They also have no regrets about the past.
In the days of trouble and misfortune,
I hope you just remember them;
I hope you are like them,
< p>Ignore those earthly things!"The night has just lowered its curtain,
covering the peaks of the Caucasus Mountains;
charmed by the world of magical spells,
It began to gradually become silent;
gusts of strong wind swept over the cliffs,
just blowing the endless grass in the wilderness;
hiding in the grass A little bird,
fluttering happily in the dusk;
There is a small flower growing under the vine,
its petals have just opened in the night ,
Greedyly swallowing the nectar from the sky;
The round moon flashes with golden light,
It has just risen quietly from behind the mountains,
I am timidly peeping at you -
I will fly towards your boudoir
I want that golden sweet dream, < /p>
Blowing towards your soft eyelashes and fragrant cheeks,
until the morning glow rises in the east..."
The voice gradually disappeared into the distance,
The words in the air slowly passed away.
She jumped up and looked around,
There was an inexplicable feeling in her heart;
It was different from any emotion in the world,
Not sadness, fear and joy.
Thousands of emotions suddenly boiled over,
The soul broke the chains of restraint,
The burning blood rushed everywhere,
And that fresh and strange voice seemed to still be ringing in my ears.
Sleep came just before dawn,
closed her sleepy eyes;
but it brought dreams full of forebodings,< /p>
It disrupted her entire mood.
The gloomy and silent devil,
possessing a beauty that does not exist in the world,
bent down in front of the girl’s pillow;
< p>Looking at her with deep affection,There was also a hint of desolation in his eyes,
As if he had deep pity for her.
He is not an angel descended from heaven,
not her divine protector:
There is no angelic symbol on his head——
A dazzling halo is flashing.
He is not an elf from hell,
he is not the representative of evil and suffering.
His dusk moment on a sunny day,
is neither clear nor dark, neither day nor night.
Chapter 2
"Father, father, silence the thunder!
Stop scolding your Tamara.
You see, I have been crying for so many days, and the tears on my face have never dried.
Groups of young men come from far away, and they are here.
There are many girls in Georgia,
I will never be anyone’s bride!
Oh, father, don’t scold me. ,
You can see that I am being tortured,
Like the flowers in late autumn that are dying day by day!
There is an elf playing tricks,
< p>The illusion that cannot be driven away confuses meI am going to die, have mercy on me!
Please send your heartbroken daughter.
Entering the holy monastery to take refuge,
I will pour out my sorrows to the Savior,
asking Almighty God to protect me.
I have no joy in this world. ,
May the quiet monastery accept me,
I just enter the grave early,
Find sustenance in front of the silent holy objects..."< /p>
The parents complied with their daughter’s wish,
sent her to a secluded monastery,
so her young and beautiful body,
Wearing a simple black gown.
But she put on the monk's cassock,
just like before wearing the beautiful clothes,
her heart jumped as usual,
< p>There are still messy fantasies lingering.Before the altar lit by candlelight,
Praising God in solemn moments,
She often heard it faintly,
The prayers were mixed with familiar language.
Under the quiet dome of the temple,
accompanied by the curling seal smoke,
From time to time I see that familiar figure,
< p>Flickering in and out silently and invisibly.The devil shines quietly like a star,
beckoning her to the unknown distance.
The monastery where she lives is,
hidden in the green shade of the mountains,
surrounded by lush woods,
Plane trees and poplars line the landscape.
When night lies in the deep valley,
Through the trees and the monastery windows,
The light of the young female penitent shines,
< p>Reflects the almond tree not far away.A row of crosses stood under the desolate tree,
Silently guarding the graves,
Lightly birds sang on the branches.
The cold spring flow is filled with sparkling microwaves,
noisily jumping among the rocks,
falling from the steep cliff one after another,
< p>Meeting intimately in the middle of the valley,gurgling through the flowers and woods,
The flowers and green trees are covered with frost and snow.
To the north of the monastery are mountains.
Whenever the goddess Si Chen first reveals her beauty,
light smoke slowly rises from the depths of the valley,
the light mist is like a blue gauze curtain,< /p>
The celebrant shouted loudly to the east,
called people to pray,
the loud bell was shaking,
< p>Awakened the entire silent monastery.In this solemn and quiet time,
The young Georgian girl,
walked down the high and steep hillside,
A flask for collecting water was placed on his head.
The continuous mountains covered with ice and snow on their peaks,
at this moment, look like a light purple wall,
appearing on the clear and bright sky,
And when the sun sets in the west,
they have to put on bright red clothes.
Kazbek Mountain, the King of the Caucasus,
is aloof in the center of the mountains,
with its tall and straight body inserted into the sky,
Wearing a white scarf on the head and dressed in costumes.
But Tamala was confused,
her mind was full of sinful thoughts,
ignoring the pure and flawless scenery.
The world in front of her became bleak,
No matter it was bright in the morning or dark at night,
everything was the source of her pain.
Whenever the night god lowers the curtain,
she will faint in front of the icon,
and then burst into tears, tears like a fountain.
The surrounding night is so quiet,
Whenever Tamara cries sadly,
it attracts the attention of passers-by.
He thought that this was the spirit in the mountain,
being locked in the cave and sobbing and groaning.
So while spurring the tired horse,
at the same time, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully...
Tamala often sat alone in front of the window,
Full of sorrow, trembling all over,
Long-term meditation,
Tireless eyes looking into the distance,
Sighing long and short in anticipation of something,
I vaguely felt that a mysterious visitor was about to appear.
This hallucination did not deceive her.
Mysterious visitors do appear often.
He always has a melancholy expression.
< p>Talked to her with all kinds of tenderness.She was tortured for many days,
I didn’t know why,
Often she intended to pray to the Holy Spirit,
But my heart speaks to "him" from the bottom of my heart.
Sometimes I feel sleepy due to constant hard work,
I want to lie on the bed for a moment of sleep,
but a suffocating flame ignites on my pillow,
< p>She was so frightened that she jumped up and trembled all over.Her chest and shoulders became hot,
breathing feebly, her eyes blurred,
both arms eagerly sought a hug,
Looking forward to the kiss melting on the lips...
Twilight is like a curtain as thin as cicada feathers,
covering the mountains of Georgia.
Submissive to the love that has become accustomed to it,
The devil flew to the monastery again.
But he lingered outside the courtyard for a long time,
daring not to offend this sacred residence.
And he had to make up his mind several times,
to give up this extremely cruel plan,
to leave this place and go far away.
He walked thoughtfully outside the high wall,
his footsteps brought an invisible wind,
the leaves danced in the darkness with the wind.
Looking up, her window was shining,
A holy lamp was radiating light.
It turns out that she has been waiting for someone!
Listen, in this silence,
the sound of the Qingal Qin can be heard in the distance,
accompanied by Xing Xing’s melodious singing.
The singing voice is so graceful and smooth,
like tears flowing continuously;
The singing voice is so beautiful and soft,
< p>Because it is not originally owned by the human world,but created by God for the human world!
Is there an angel coming,
to see his forgotten friend,
flying here secretly from the sky,
Sing him a song from the past,
Comfort the pain and sorrow in his heart?
Today is the first time that the devil has tasted friendship.
He wanted to go away obediently, but
But the wings under his arms refused to obey his control.
How strange! A drop of bitter tears flowed out of his dull eyes
To this day, a strange stone can still be seen near this monastery.
Being burned by those tears that are as hot as fire,
burned through by those tears that are not human!
①
Qingalqin, a musical instrument similar to a guitar. ——Original note by Lermontov.
He walked in, ready to love,
with a heart open to happiness;
He couldn't help but secretly say to himself,
The long-awaited new life has arrived.
The slight trembling caused by anticipation,
The fear caused by the unknown outcome,
It seems that in this tryst,
I met a proud soul for the first time.
He walked into the house with a lot of emotions,
suddenly felt an ominous sign,
saw the holy angel at a glance,
The protector of the beautiful penitent,
raised her haloed forehead,
a bright smile appeared on her face,
Wings protected her from enemies.
The divine brilliance of the angel is like a sharp sword,
piercing the unclean eyes of the devil;
He did not say a cordial greeting,
He poured out his heavy accusations:
"Sinful Spirit, you are so restless!
Who told you to come here late at night?
This place is not Without your worshipers,
evil spirits do not breathe here,
Do not leave traces of your demonic sins on friendship and sacred objects!
”
The evil elf smiled slyly,
This was the answer he gave to the angel.
His eyes were red with jealousy,
The hatred he had for angels in the past was awakening in his heart again at this moment.
"She is mine!" he said sternly,
"Protector, you came too late,
Let her go quickly, she already belongs Me!
You are not worthy to be the judge of her fate.
This extremely noble heart has been marked by my devil.
p>Your magic power has no effect here,
I can control everything as I like or hate it!"
The angel raised his sad eyes,
< p>Looking at this poor soul,then spread out the wings under his armpits,
slowly disappearing into the vast sky.
(Tamara:)
Who are you? Your words are so scary!
Are you from hell or heaven?
What are you going to do here?
(Devil:)
Ah, how beautiful and graceful you are!
(Tamara:)
But tell me, who are you?
(Devil:)
I am the ghost that comes often,
You have listened to his voice in the middle of the night,
His My heart has talked with yours,
You have guessed his sorrow,
You have met him in a dream.
I am the destroyer of the world,
I am the one who loves no one,
I am the prince of true knowledge and freedom,
I am the whip of the slaves of the world,
I am the enemy of heaven, the disaster of the universe,
Look, I am kneeling at your feet!
My heart is filled with deep gratitude,
bringing you my first tears,
bringing you the first pain in my life,
Brings a whisper of love.
Ah, have mercy on me, please listen to me!
You only need to say that sentence,
and you can send me back to the Kingdom of Perfection.
Clothed in the sacred garments of your love,
I can reappear there,
as a radiant new angel.
Ah! I pray you listen to me:
I love you! I want to be your slave!
When I first saw you,
I suddenly began to hate myself,
hating myself for my eternity and unlimited power.
I can't help but start to envy,
the happiness of the less perfect world.
How terrible it is to be born without you,
How sad it is to be born apart from you!
Suddenly in my lonely heart,
an even brighter light lit up;
And deep in the wounds left by the past,
p>
Sadness is squirming like a snake.
My endless territory and endless life,
What is the use without you?
Just loud and empty words,
Like a tall temple without a god!
(Tamara:)
Don’t pester me, cunning elf!
Stop talking! I will never trust the enemy!
Lord... Alas! I can no longer pray
This evil ghost is so vicious,
It has captured my weak heart!
Listen to me, you will destroy me,
Your words are poison and fire!
Tell me, why do you love me?
(Devil:)
Why? well! My beauty,
I don’t know why...
My body is filled with new vitality,
I proudly took off the crown of thorns on my head .
My heaven, hell in your eyes,
I throw away all the past!
I love you with an inhuman passion,
You cannot even imagine this -
With all the joy and power,
From immortal thoughts and fantasies,
As if from the beginning of the world,
your charming face has been imprinted in my heart;
It exists in eternal time and space,
It keeps flying in front of my eyes.
What a sweet word your name is,
It has already stirred my heart!
In those happy days in heaven,
What I lack is just not having you.
Ah, I wish you could understand,
How desolate and distressing it is:
A single figure for many centuries,
< p>Happy alone, but also worried alone,You can’t expect anyone to reward you for doing good,
You can’t expect anyone to praise you for doing evil;
Survive for yourself, and feel depressed because of yourself ,
Fighting over and over again,
Carrying out the struggle without victory or peace!
There will always be regrets, but no hope,
I feel everything and see everything,
I try my best to hate everything,
In the end, I despised everything in heaven and earth...
God just issued a curse on me,
From that day to that moment,
The nostalgia of the universe Warmth,
has been cold to me forever,
showing a cold blue color.
I saw my old acquaintance,
wearing a sparkling dress,
wearing a brilliant golden crown,
< p>None of them want to recognize me,It seems that they have already forgotten the past.
In desperation, I began to shout loudly,
To greet the exiles like me,
But the abominable appearance and language,
Alas! And it makes me unwilling to recognize them.
I spread my wings cautiously,
Fly away in a hurry... Where are you flying to?
I am at a loss...My friend abandoned me.
The world is like the Garden of Eden to me.
It has become so cold and silent.
Like a destroyed boat,
drifting in all directions with the unbridled water waves,
without sails or stern rudder,
< p>How do you know where the drift will end?Like the dawn in the east,
a small solitary cloud before the storm,
the blue sky is dyed with a hint of black,
Don’t dare to anchor anywhere,
It disappears aimlessly with the wind,
God knows where it came from and where it went.
I have not ruled the world for a long time,
it has not been long before I instigated people to do evil,
taught them to blaspheme everything that is noble,
Teach them to tarnish everything that is beautiful,
Put out those pure flames of faith,
effortlessly and forever...
But those fools and hypocrites ,
Do I need to bother to instigate you?
I live in deep mountains and deep valleys,
roaming around, flying here and there,
like a meteor streaking across the sky at midnight,
Laughing at the lonely traveler moving forward,
being deceived by the light that seemed to be very close,
falling into the abyss together with the mount,
I shouted for help in vain,
leaving a trail of blood on the cliff behind me...
But this sinful pleasure,
did not make me happy. How many days!
So I often stir up flying dust,
fight against powerful hurricanes,
put on the armor of lightning and dark clouds,
< p>Arriving in the sky shockingly,Wanting to be freed from the inevitable contemplation,
Suppressing the resentment in my heart,
Forgetting the unforgettable things matter!
People of the future and past generations,
the hard work and suffering they have experienced,
a moment of pain is nothing compared to me,
Despite the pain no one acknowledges!
What kind of thing is a human being?
What do their lives and toil count for?
They have come and will pass,
Hope - a just judge is waiting,
It forgives people, no matter what their faults are.
My sorrow will always be here.
Like me, it will exist forever.
It will not find peace in the grave.
Sometimes it is like a poisonous snake entangling and biting,
Sometimes it is like a burning flame,
Sometimes it is like a boulder pressing my heart——
This heart is like an indestructible tomb,
Burying lost hopes and passions.
(Tamara:)
Why should I know your sorrow?
Why do you want to express your sorrow and anger to me?
You must know that you have sinned...
(Devil:)
Do you not have any sins?
(Tamara:)
Our words will be heard!
(Devil:)
There is no one but ourselves.
(Tamara:)
There is also an omniscient God!
(Devil:)
He won’t even look at us:
He looks after heaven, not earth!
(Tamara:)
What should I do if I am punished and suffer in hell?
(Devil:)
What's that? We are in trouble together!
(Tamara:)
No matter who you are, unexpected friends!
I have given up peace forever,
I can’t help but feel unspeakable pleasure,
listening to you, a suffering person.
I don’t know if you are telling lies,
I don’t know if you are deceiving,
Ah! Have mercy on me! Why?
Why do you want my heart so hard?
Am I, in the eyes of God, more beautiful than any girl you have ever seen?
Alas! They are equally beautiful and gentle,
The virgin's quilt is the same as here,
It has not been wrinkled by mortal hands...
No! Make the most solemn oath!
Say it! Look how hurt I am,
Look how infatuated women are,
How can you not heal your fearful heart?
You understand everything, understand everything,
Of course you can understand my mood!
Please swear, please say to me,
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