& lt Pushkin & gt Alexander Pushkin & gt
Goodbye, free element! Farewell, ocean of freedom!
For the last time, before my eyes, you won't roll to me again.
Your blue waves roll and your blue swells in endless movement.
Your proud beauty shines. Or flashing in the majesty of peace.
Just like a friend's melancholy whisper, a comrade's broken words when he leaves,
As if he said hello at the parting moment, his farewell voice at the door:
For the last time, I listened to your seductive singing and sad singing.
Shouting loudly, your gloomy complaints. No more whispering in my ear.
The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! Oh, the home my soul chose!
How many times, on your shore, how many times on your shore.
I wander silently and confusedly, I wander silently and meditate vaguely,
Think hard about my long-cherished wish. Full of sacred and disturbing accusations!
Ah, how I love your echo, how I love your deep source,
The dumb voice, the song of the abyss, the deep voice of the original crack,
I like to listen to your silence at dusk, the deep voice in the original crack,
And your wayward temper! In your sudden reckless jump!
The fisherman's sail and his humble canvas note,
Under the protection of your moody shelter,
Slip boldly between two teeth and slide headless down your broken lips:
However, if you are surging, you can't overcome it, but your Titan's play has already rolled.
Groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Sinked a number of ships with masts.
Until now, I still can't live without it. Well, I'll weigh it when I die.
This solidified stone coast annoyed me, and my anchor left the muddy coast.
I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! Measure your field with joy,
I didn't let the waves of my poems stop by the ridge where you were driving.
Take your ridge and run away! My eternal road as a poet.
You're expecting, calling ... but I'm tied up, you're waiting, calling ... I'm in chains,
My heart tried in vain to break free, my soul resisted in vain,
What fascinates me is stronger feelings and calmness in those southern environments.
So I stayed on the shore ... conquered by the charm of passion.
What is there to cherish? I'm sorry. Where is it now? For what fastness?
It allows me to run on the open road. Now can I open my carefree sails?
In your desolation, in your vast world, there is only one thing that is the only goal.
Maybe it excites me. My spirit may speed up with joy.
A cliff, a glorious grave … a lonely cliff, a glorious grave. ...
There, there are all kinds of beautiful memories.
Has sunk into a cold dream, the ghost of the story that human beings are proud of:
Ah, Napoleon put it there. Napoleon died there.
He was buried in misery. He traded pain for rest;
Followed by him, another genius, Dafeng, was born after him, with a stream.
Like a storm passing in front of us, the soul of another king died,
Ah, another master of our hearts. Another regent of our dreams.
He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He died, leaving him to mourn freely,
He left his laurel to the world. His honor is immortal.
Make a hullabaloo about, surge for the inclement weather, appear, roar and warn in the storm:
Oh, the sea He used to be in song for you. He is your own real bard, oh, the sea!
He was shaped by your essence, and his soul was tortured by your spirit.
Sea, he is your reflection; Your own image was framed by him;
He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, as immersed, deep and fearless as you.
He is as stubborn as you. Like your unfettered night.
The world is empty ... oh, ocean, without the world ... with your strength,
Where can you take me now? Oh, sea, will you take me with you?
Everywhere, people's fate is the same: living anywhere provides a dowry:
Where there is happiness, there must be education to let the light of happiness shine.
Or tyrants are very heavily guarded. Enlightenment or tyranny?
Goodbye, sea! So, farewell, sea, your spectacular beauty! From now on, in surprise,
I will never forget it; I will restore your imperial elegance;
I will listen to your deep thunder for a long time.
Your rumble at dusk. Echoes in my ears.
My heart is full of you, I want to go to the forest and the silent wilderness.
Your rock, your bay, I will translate your spell,
Your light and shadow, your waves, your cliffs, your bay, your shiny long hair,
To the forest, to the silent wasteland. Your shadow and your heart surge.