English poems about famous love 1
The sun rises at sunrise.
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Busy old fool, wayward sun,
Why are you doing this,
Why did you go through the window lattice,
Call us through the window, through the curtains?
Meet us through the curtains?
Does the season of lovers have to pass with your actions?
Does the season of lovers have to turn like you?
Arrogant and pedantic wretch, blame it.
Reckless and pedantic things, you scold them.
Late students and bad-tempered students,
Children who are late for school, unhappy apprentices,
Tell the court hunter that the king can ride a horse,
Tell the court hunter that the king wants to drive,
Call the National Ant Harvest Office;
Ordering the ants in the countryside to finish the work of the reaper;
Love is the same, regardless of season or climate.
Love, consistent, does not change the solar terms,
It's not hours, days or months. These are fragments of time.
I don't understand time fragments such as hours, days and months.
Your light is so solemn, so strong
Why do you think you are?
Why do you want to?
Your light is so awesome and so strong?
I can put them in the shade in the blink of an eye,
All I have to do is blink, and you will become blurred.
But I won't let her go blind for so long.
But I don't want her beautiful image to disappear;
If her eyes hadn't blinded yours,
If her bright eyes don't blind you,
Look, tell me later tomorrow,
Take a good look. Tell me later tomorrow,
Whether it's Indian spices or mine
India is rich in gold, silver and spices.
Where you left them, or lie here with me.
Where you left today, or lying next to me,
Ask the kings you saw yesterday,
Ask all the emperors you saw yesterday,
You will hear, "all in the same bed."
The answer will be "all in this bed".
She is all countries, all princes and me;
She is a country, and I am a monarch.
Nothing else;
The rest is nothing.
Princes will only play with us; By contrast,
The monarch just imitates us; By contrast,
All the imitations of honor, all the alchemy of wealth.
All honors are clowns, and all wealth is * * *.
You, the sun, are half as happy as we are,
You, the sun, are only half as happy as we are,
The world is shrinking so much;
When the universe gathers in such a world;
Your age is relaxed, because of your responsibilities.
Your age needs leisure; Because it's your duty.
Warming the world means warming us.
Is to warm the world. You have done your best for us.
Shine on us here, you are everywhere;
All you have to do is shine on us. Light will travel everywhere.
This bed is your center, and these walls are your spheres.
This bed is your center and the wall is your sky.
Famous English love poems II
From Kern to Ap Kern.
I remember a wonderful moment.
I remember that wonderful moment:
You appeared in front of my eyes,
You showed up right in front of my eyes,
Like a phantom, fleeting,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like the purest and most beautiful elf.
Like the embodiment of pure beauty.
In the torment of despair and melancholy,
Desperate sadness tormented me,
In the noisy time of the world,
I'm very upset because I'm so busy.
That voice sounded so softly,
A gentle voice always rings in my ear,
I dreamed of your lovely face.
Charming figures always haunt my dreams.
Time flies. The impact of the storm
The years passed. Waves of vague impulses
Dispelling the dreams of the past,
Like a storm blowing away the illusions of the past,
I forgot your gentle voice,
I forgot your gentle voice,
And the characteristics of your heavenly face.
I forgot your fairy face, too.
In distant places, in gloomy isolation,
In the desolate countryside, in the darkness of imprisonment,
My life is quiet, nothing is new,
My time is quietly extending,
No face like a god, no inspiration,
There is no god to worship, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love, no you.
No tears, no life, no love.
Then my soul woke up,
My heart finally woke up again,
Your face appears again,
You appeared in front of my eyes again,
Like a phantom, fleeting,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like the purest and most beautiful elf.
Like the embodiment of pure beauty.
My heart is pounding,
The heart sprouts in ecstasy,
Appeared again for its sake
Everything is born for it:
A face like a god, an inspiration,
With a respected god and inspiration,
Life, tears, love, and you
There are tears, life and love.
English poems about famous love 3
I must go to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the feverish sky.
All I ask is a big boat and a star to guide her,
The kicking of the wheels, the singing of the wind, the shaking of the white sails,
Gray fog on the sea, gray dawn.
How I want to go back to the sea again,
Back to the lonely sea and sky.
I just want to sail that tall sailboat alone and watch the waves and white sails dance in the singing of the wind.
Fog and rain filled the sea, revealing a glimmer of light.
I must go into the sea again, because the tide is surging.
It is a wild call, a clear call, undeniable;
All I ask is that on a windy day, white clouds fly,
Splash and foaming, and the sound of seagulls.
How I want to go back to the sea again.
Listen to the cry of the rushing tide
The call of the wild is so clear that I can't refuse.
The wind is dancing, the waves are splashing, and the seagulls are crying. This is my only miss.
I must go to the seaside again, to live a wandering gypsy life,
In the direction of seagulls and whales, the wind there is like a sharpened knife;
All I ask is to hear a happy story from a smiling traveling companion.
When the long trick is over, quiet sleep and sweet dreams.
I must go back to the sea again.
Like gypsies wandering on the horizon
Like seagulls, like whales, careless wind is like a sharp knife.
I just want to laugh like a wanderer, play with my life and let the fraud dissipate in a quiet and sweet dream.