A lark
To larks.
Percy bysshe shelley Shelley
Salute you, happy elf!
You were never a bird,
From heaven, or nearby,
Pour all your heart.
In the rich and unprepared art.
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.
Higher and higher
You gushed from the earth.
Like a fire;
You spread your wings deep in the blue sky,
Singing is still flying, always flying.
Up, then fly high,
You jump from the ground,
Like a faint fire,
Through the blue sky,
Always singing and flying, flying and singing.
In the golden lightning
Sunsink sun
No matter which cloud is bright,
You float and run,
Like an immature joy, its competition has just begun.
The sun below the horizon,
Emit golden lightning,
In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,
You fly in the sun,
The seemingly shapeless joy has just begun a rapid expedition.
Light purple or even
Melt around your flight;
Like the stars in the sky
In broad daylight
You are invisible, but I still hear your sharp joy:
A faint purple dawn
Melt in your voyage,
Like the stars in the sky,
Although we are not together,
But I can clearly hear your happy and powerful voice.
Sharp as an arrow
In that silver sphere,
Whose strong light has narrowed?
On a clear white dawn
Until we could hardly see it-we thought it was there.
That shrill music,
Sharp arrows like silver stars,
Its bright light,
Dim in the morning light,
Until it is difficult to distinguish, it can be felt in space.
All the land and air
Use your loud voice.
When the night is bare,
From a lonely cloud
The moon lowered her light, and heaven was flooded.
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 most like you?
Rainbow cloud does not flow.
Such bright drops of water
It's like a wonderful rain falling from your face.
We don't know what you are,
What is the most similar to you?
From the neon glow
It can't be raining so beautifully,
It can be compared with the music you left behind when you appeared.
Like a hidden poet
According to the thought,
Singing hymns uninvited,
Until the end of the world
Compassionate hopes and fears are not noticed:
Like a poet, invisible
In the glory of thought,
Recite impromptu poetic rhythms,
Until you get universal sympathy.
Awaken by hopes and worries that have never been noticed.
Like a girl of noble birth
In the tower of a palace,