On Shelley's famous English poem "Variability"
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy. Prissy. Shelley translated Chad Liang Zheng.
Today's smiling flower
Will die tomorrow;
Everything we want to stay.
Lure and run away.
What is this world? Happy?
Laughing at the lightning in the night,
Short and even bright.
Flowers that smile today
Will wither tomorrow;
Everything we are willing to keep.
Fly when you are tempted.
What is happiness in this world?
It is lightning that laughs at the night,
Although bright, it is short-lived
How fragile virtue is!
How rare friendship is!
Love, how it sells poor happiness.
Despair for pride!
But we, though they soon fell down,
Survive from their joy
We call it ours.
Alas, virtue! How fragile!
Friendship is hard to see!
Love sells poor happiness,
You must trade despair!
But we still have to live,
Despite the loss of these pleasures,
And then what? Our? Everything.
Although the sky is blue and bright,
Although flowers are happy,
When the eyes change before the night comes
Let a happy day;
When the quiet time comes quietly,
Dream on. From your sleep
Then wake up and cry.
When the sky is still bright and blue,
Although the flowers are bright,
Although everything looks good,
It's not night yet;
Oh, when the current is calm,
Why not dream? And rest,
Don't cry until you wake up
Classical Shelley's famous English poem ode to the west wind ode to the west wind
I. Section I
Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You can't see your existence, and the leaves die.
Being driven, like escaping from the ghost of a wizard,
Yellow, black, pale, excited red,
Plague-ridden crowd: Oh, you,
Who is riding in their dark and cold bed?
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn resounded through the land of dreams, full of
(Drive sweet buds like sheep foraging in the air)
Living colors and smells plains and hills:
Wild spirit, it is everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
Ah, the wild west wind, you blow the autumn wind fiercely,
Sweep the leaves without showing your face,
Like a mage driving away ghosts,
Drive away the yellow, green, red, black and purple people,
Those monsters infected with the plague?
Oh, you let the seeds fly with wings,
Deeply immersed in the cold soil,
Like a corpse lying in a grave, but once
Your blue Dongfeng sister is back,
Blow the silver horn for the sleeping earth,
Drive the buds to drink the atmosphere,
It blows out gentle colors everywhere and exudes fragrance everywhere.
Wild elves! You blow all over the earth,
Destroyer, protector, listen? Listen to my song!
On Shelley's famous English poem ode to the west wind, ode to the west wind.
Two. Second section
In the turmoil of the steep sky,
Loose clouds like the rotten leaves of the earth are falling off,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue water,
Like bright hair raised from the head
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge
The height from the horizon to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
In this year that is about to pass, in this night that is about to end.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength.
Steam, solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
You stir the sky and fly everywhere.
Such as fallen leaves; You shook the sky and the sea,
They are not allowed to tangle into a pile like old trees;
You drove the rain and electricity away,
I saw you flying in the blue sky.
Suddenly, there are thousands of blondes,
A priestess like Dionysus flew into a rage.
Cold covered her long hair along while:
Announce that a storm is coming.
You sang an elegy to bid farewell to the old days.
The sky tonight is like a circular grave.
Covered with turbid clouds,
But can't stop the breakthrough of electric fire and hail,
There is even more black rain pouring down! Oh, listen to my song!
Shelley's taste in the famous English poem ode to the west wind.
Three. third segment
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the rough day,
All covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! you
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
Split yourself into an abyss, and below.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away.
Leaves without juice in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, the fear of suddenly turning gray,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
You disturbed the summer dream in the Mediterranean,
It's still lying in clear water,
Listening to the lullaby of the waves makes me sleepy.
In the dim light, it saw the stone island outside Nanguo Port.
Ancient palaces and terraces under the scorching sun
Throw your shadow into the sea,
Their walls are covered with flowers and moss,
That smell is intoxicating just to think about it!
Your arrival shocked the Atlantic Ocean.
It is busy dividing the sea in two and clearing the way for you.
Under the sea, there are Qiongzhi Yushu sleeping peacefully.
Despite the deep diving, when I heard your howl,
As soon as I heard the sound, I changed color and only saw one by one.
Tremble, cringe? Oh, listen to my song!