The full text is as follows:
I spent 36 years this year.
(1824 1 22nd, Misorangi. )
It's time, this heart should be cold and dry,
Since it is no longer touching people's hearts;
However, although I can't be loved,
I want to love others!
My days fall in the yellow leaves,
The flowers and fruits of love have disappeared;
Only wounds, regrets and sadness are left.
I still keep it!
The flame smolders in my heart.
Lonely as a volcanic island,
There's no torch to light it—
Oh, fire funeral!
Hope, fear, jealousy,
The noble half of love
I've never tasted pain and strength,
Except for its chains.
Ah, but why here and now,
Let this idea defeat my soul:
Honor is to decorate the hero's body,
Or inspire his heart.
Look, swords, military flags, vast battlefield,
Honor and Greece are by my side!
Spartans brought back by shields (2)
I've never run so fast.
Wake up! No, Greece has awakened! )
Wake up, my soul! Think about it.
The lake you worked hard for,
Do not attack the enemy!
Stamp out the rekindled lust,
A worthless adult! for you
A smile or frown of a beautiful woman
It should have lost its suction.
If you hate your youth, why are you alive?
The land where you died gloriously.
Right here.-On the battlefield,
Breathe for you!
Looking for a soldier's home,
This kind of destination suits you best;
Look around and choose a place.
Then rest in peace.
Precautions:
I am thirty-six years old this year: this poem was written by the poet when he participated in the Greek national liberation war. Count Gamba wrote in the Notes of Byron's Last Residence in Greece: "This morning, Byron came from his dormitory to the apartment where Colonel Steinhoff and some friends were talking. He smiled and said,' You complained a few days ago that I don't write poetry now. Today is my birthday. I have just finished writing something, and I think it is better than what I usually write. Go ahead. He took out this noble and touching poem ... "After that, Byron was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the expedition to Lipandu, and he never wrote any other poems until his death on April 19.
Spartans are famous for their bravery. When the mother of Sparta handed her son a shield for war, she said, "Take this shield back, or lie on it." It means to be carried back by a shield after death. This is considered a glorious thing in Sparta.