Maiden of Athens, before we parted,
Maiden of Athens, before we parted.
Here, oh, give me my heart back! ?
Give me my heart! Give me my heart back!
Or, since it has left my chest,
Or, since it has left me.
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Keep it and take the rest!
Listen to my vows before I go.
Please listen to my parting oath.
Zoe umlmou sas agapo ?
You are my life and I love you.
By those unrestrained long hair?
That free flowing hair
Every Aegean wind courted her;
Every gust of wind in the Aegean Sea is willing to chase it.
Those covers on the edge of the pier
Liu Haier is dark and bright.
Kiss the color of your soft cheeks; ?
Kiss your blushing cheek
Wild eyes like roe?
And those eyes that look like wild deer.
Zoe umlmou sas agapo ?
You are my life and I love you.
I long to taste with my lips;
The long-awaited sweet lips
Pass around the waist of the area;
That graceful and beautiful image
All the symbols-flowers tell?
All the flowers of love.
What can never be said so well; ?
No words can describe it.
Through love alternating joy and sorrow,
That love is mixed with joy and sadness.
Zoe umlmou sas agapo ?
You are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens! I'm leaving:
Maiden of Athens, I'm leaving.
Think of me, dear! When you're alone. ?
When you are lonely, think of me warmly.
Although I flew to Istanbul,
Even if I fly to Istanbul,
Athens has my heart:
My heart and soul stay in Athens.
Can I stop loving you? Don't!
How can I not love you? !
Zoe umlmou sas agapo?
You are my life and I love you.
George gordon byron (1788 ——1824).
? /kloc-A great English romantic poet in the early 20th century, whose masterpieces include Childe Haller's Travels and Don Juan, created a number of Byronic heroes in his poems. He is not only a great poet, but also a fighter who struggled for his ideals all his life. He actively and bravely participated in the revolution-participated in the Greek national liberation movement and became one of the leaders.
Byron's Maiden of Athens was written during the poet's first residence in Athens, and it is also a chapter in Byron's famous Travels of Childe Harold. At that time, Byron lived in the home of odola Macaulay, the widow of the British Vice Consul, and fell in love with her eldest daughter Teresa. He wrote this love poem before he left.
The translation of this poem is based on the original translation of the translator Cha Liang Zheng. I have always been dissatisfied with the original translation, so I tried to rewrite it myself. Some places are not exactly translated by Byron, but the whole poem still conforms to Byron's true feelings as much as I can.
? Goethe, a master of German literature, once said that architecture is solidified music. And I think poetry is the real solidified music. When poetry is recited, the infinite magic of poetry will be released in the hearts of readers (or listeners), and you will find that these words have changed back to the wonderful melody of the world like a staff, which will make you feel excited and excited.
? If you want to appreciate the beautiful melody of Byron's poems, please read the original English. No matter how this poem is translated, it will inevitably lose the charm of the original. Every word and paragraph of the original poem is full of the poet's deep emotional transmission, just like a famous painting. No matter how you copy it, you can't restore it to the same, let alone translate this poem into another completely different language.
? Byron is very good at blending ordinary words into the artistic conception of poetry easily, which produces extraordinary effects. The emotional rhythm in his poems coincides with the rhythm of people's heartbeat, guiding readers to follow the poet's passion and stir up and down together.
? In this poem, I entered the state before parting with my lover at the beginning: Maiden of Athens, give me my heart back before we parted (Maiden of Athens, give it, oh, give me my heart back before we parted! ), Byron adopted a very colloquial writing style, which made poetry have a strong sense of substitution and let us quickly integrate into the poet's inner world. When we think Byron is complaining about the pain of parting, Byron immediately changes to another attitude: or, since it has left me, keep it and take the rest (or, since it has left me, take the rest! ), and then Byron threw out the theme of this poem, the oath before leaving: you are my life, I love you.
? This is an oath written in Greek: You are my life and I love you. Just like the main theme of a piece of music, it will be repeated every once in a while. This is Byron's unique writing intention-he not only loves this beautiful Greek girl, but also deeply loves this once brilliant Greece. We often fall in love with a city because we love a person, but for Byron, his core love is still love for Greek civilization. He loves this country far more than the girls in Athens. In the end, he sacrificed his love, including his life, for the freedom of Greece.
The poet's emotion is constantly changing with the content of the poem, and it is this ever-changing emotional ups and downs that makes Byron's poems comparable to the melody in music! This melody is heartbreaking, sad, affectionate and intoxicating. This Byronic love may have been repeated in history, but only Byron raised it to an unattainable artistic height.
? In Byron's other song "Well, we won't roam together", it says: "My heart, it needs to stop breathing before love can rest (and the heart must rest to breathe, and love itself has a rest. ) "A deeply in love heart needs to rest by breathing. "Because the sword can wear a sheath and the soul can penetrate the chest (because the coat of the sword is a sheath and the coat of the soul is gas), if the heart does not rest, the flame of love will only burn itself to ashes.
? Well, I also want to stop and catch my breath, and I don't want to stay in Byron's emotional world too much. In other words, this great romantic poet is not a perfect man. In addition to congenital lameness, his love experience was also criticized by later generations.
Use modern buzzwords to describe two words: love rat!
? In a sense, yes. But those women who fall in love with Byron just fall in love with this talented, handsome and noble son who can write love poems that make them feel excited. They will never understand the real Byron. So Byron was lonely. Although he tried again and again to break this loneliness through love, he failed in the end.
? Byron's love is rebellious and unruly, which is quite similar to Goethe of his time, but the ending is quite different. Witt love in Goethe's works is imprisoned by secular morality. Witt finally ended his life to pay tribute to love, while Byron protected himself from being imprisoned by love at the expense of hurting women. Goethe, the author of young werther, was once anti-secular. He was also having an affair with a married woman. Even in his seventies, Goethe fell in love with his friend 19-year-old daughter and even tried to intercede for his friend. But in the end, he suppressed the flame of love and ended the relationship with a song "Mourning Malinbad". In the face of social order, Byron is anti-order. Although Goethe was anti-traditional social order at heart, in order to achieve a balance, he chose to obey the order reasonably.
Byron experienced the twists and turns of life, and he pursued a more perfect world. Poetry is his most important way, followed by love. After the passion of his life faded again and again with the flowers of love, he was still looking for a way out. In the end, he chose the revolutionary road and was even elected as the commander-in-chief of the Greek Revolutionary Army. This may be his stupidest decision, because he has no military talent, which also makes him embark on a journey of self-destruction, and he longs for death.
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Attached:
Marimbard's elegy (also known as Mary Budd's elegy)
Others are silent in pain, but God lets me speak my mind.
-Goethe
How can I expect the next moment,
Looking forward to the day when it is in bud?
Heaven and hell are open to me;
My heart is surging and my thoughts are myriad! ——
Do not hesitate! She is close to the gate of heaven,
She picked you up and held you in her arms.
So you were taken to heaven,
As if beauty will be consumed by you forever;
You have no hope, need or desire,
The goal I sincerely pursued has been achieved.
You must see the face of the world,
Tears of longing suddenly dried up.
The day has not spread its wings,
Time seems to drive out in the back!
A kiss in the dark, a memory of loyalty and integration;
Like the sun tomorrow.
Stay together in the leisurely March,
Like sisters, but not exactly the same.
A kiss as sweet as poison,
Cut the tangled and wonderful love line.
I stopped and walked, avoiding the threshold,
As if the Vulcan God were driving away;
Staring at the dark road with depressed eyes,
Looking back, the door was closed.
At this time, I have to lock the door of my heart, as if this heart.
Never driven, never experienced.
Happy time, like every star in the sky,
I used to shine beside her;
Dissatisfaction, regret, blame, heavy grief
Be at a loss in a depressed atmosphere.
Is the world still there? On that cliff.
Can you still be blessed by the sacred sunshine?
Is the grain ripe? Green earth pigment
Does it extend to pastures and jungles along the river?
Whether the deep sky still hangs over it,
Can you still see white clouds and pale dogs?
There is a beautiful image in a trance.
Slowly rising in the sky, like Seraphim.
Floating from the solemn kingdom of heaven,
How light and gentle, bright and gentle.
How happy it is to watch her dance.
All the lovely shapes and postures in the world are incomparable.
You only dare in an instant.
Hold tightly instead of her real illusion;
Go back to your heart! You'll find something,
She will have various postures;
One gesture becomes countless.
In various ways, it is more and more pleasing.
At that time, in order to welcome her, I wandered at the door.
Let me melt my soul step by step;
After kissing goodbye, he turned to me,
Stamp my last farewell kiss on my lips:
The shape of love is so vivid,
Burned in my sincere heart like a flame.
This heart, as strong as a towering city,
Stick to her, protect her,
Always be loyal to her,
Only when she appears can a sincere heart understand itself.
Will be free in the love of love,
Just to thank her, my heart thumped
If the energy of love, the expectation of being loved,
Has been completely lost, disappeared without a trace,
You will immediately find new hopes and interests.
Make useful plans, decisions and actions!
If love can make lovers more excited,
Then it is perfect for me;
Of course it's all up to her! -My soul and body,
Once burdened with heavy sadness;
In my depressed, empty and desolate heart,
I looked around and saw horrible scenes;
At this time, the familiar threshold faintly reveals hope.
She came like warm sunshine.
Earthlings-as the Bible says,
Enjoy the peace and love given by God,
I want to compare it to a companion lover.
The joy and peace of love I feel;
Absence of mind leads to nothing.
Stop the deepest obsession-I belong to her.
Our pure chest echoed with a hot pillow,
A higher and purer agnostic,
Willing to die out of gratitude,
In order to confirm this unknown person:
We call it piety! -In front of her
I feel such lofty happiness.
Face her eyes, like the sun,
Facing her breath is like bathing in the spring breeze.
Although the inner feelings have been hidden in the cold cave for a long time,
Hard ice stones will gradually melt;
Selfishness and prejudice cannot be preserved,
Whenever she comes, she will suddenly leave.
It's like she said, "All this time,
There is always a happy life before us;
We don't have to worry too much about what happened yesterday.
We can't predict everything tomorrow;
If I'm afraid of dusk,
At sunset, you can also enjoy the infinite beauty.
Like me, smart and cheerful,
Face up to every moment! Don't delay!
Greet it in a friendly and happy way,
Whether it's action, joy or love;
Always keep the innocence of children everywhere,
Then you are everything. You are invincible. "
What you said is really good. I think this is a gift from God.
He walked side by side with you, graceful,
Anyone around you will immediately
I feel that I have become the darling of fate;
I'm afraid your eyes will tell me to leave,
No matter how advanced my knowledge is, what's the use to me?
Now I am far away! The present moment
How to settle down, I can't say;
Those perfect babies she gave me,
It has become my burden, and I must get rid of it;
Irresistible attachment forced me,
There is no good way except endless tears.
Then let the tears gush out and let it never stop;
But the inner flame still can't be extinguished!
Life and death fought fiercely in my chest,
Roar and tear everything apart.
There are medical treatments for physical diseases,
But the mind lacks determination and will.
Still lack of understanding: why so infatuated?
It looked back at her a thousand times,
Sometimes I hesitate, sometimes I suddenly disappear,
Sometimes dark, sometimes surrounded by clear light;
What good is this meager comfort,
It won't come and go like the tide.
Dear fellow travelers, leave me here!
Let me be alone with rocks and mud;
The world is open to you, so go!
The earth is vast and the sky is majestic and lofty;
Observe, explore and collect details,
Will continue to tell the mysteries of nature.
I lost everything, even myself,
Although I have just been favored by the gods;
They tested me, gave me Pandora,
There are both wealth and disaster;
They forced me to kiss Grace on the lips,
You separated me and killed me.
(Translated by Luyuan, slightly modified. Goethe cherishes this poem very much. "He wrote it in Latin letters on strong imitation parchment, wrapped it in a red Moroccan sheepskin and tied it with a ribbon." Excerpt from an interview with Goethe. The name of the girl in the poem 19 is ulrich? Seal? Lefzo has never been married since he broke up with Goethe. Others inquired about her affair with Goethe. She said that she would marry Goethe if her mother agreed. Before she died, she burned the letter written by Golde who cherished her life, at the age of 95. )