"Elegy on Greece" (UK) Byron
Selected Poems by Byron - Elegy on Greece
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(Chapter 3 of "Don Juan")
1
Greek Islands, beautiful Greek Islands!
The fiery Sappho sang love songs here;
Here, the arts of war and peace flourished together,
Dylos rose, Apollo leaped out The sea!
The eternal summer still gilds the island,
But except for the sun, everything has sunk.
II
Caio’s muse, Theo’s muse,
The hero’s harp, the lover’s lute,
I once won fame on your shore,
Now I am mute in this place of origin;
Oh, the song has spread far to the west,
Far away Better than your ancestors’ “island paradise”.
Three
The rolling hills looked at the marathon -
The marathon looked at the vast sea waves;
I meditated there alone for a moment Bell,
Dream that Greece is still free and joyful;
For, as I stand on the Persian tomb,
I cannot imagine myself a slave.
Four
A king sat high on the top of a stone mountain,
Looking at Salami standing upright overseas;
Millions of There are only ships docked at the foot of the mountain, and how many teams are under his command!
He counted them at dawn,
But where were they at sunset?
Five
Oh, where are they now? And what about you,
My motherland? In the silent land,
The hero's hymn is now silent -
The hero's heart is no longer stirring!
Is it possible that your always solemn harp
has fallen into my hands?
Six
No matter how you live in a slave nation,
Although your honor is being lost,
At least, a patriotic person The worries of a patriot also make me blush when I write songs;
Because, what can a poet do here?
Ashamed of the Greeks, weeping for the country of Greece.
Seven
Do we have to cry
and be ashamed of the time? -Our ancestors shed blood.
O earth! Bring back some of the Spartan bones
from your arms!
Even if you give us three of the three hundred warriors,
Resurrect Demon Billy’s decisive battle!
Eight
Why, still silent? Everything is mute?
No! Listen to the ancient heroic souls
just as noisy as the waterfall in the distance,
They replied: "As long as there is a living person
climbing up and shouting, we will Come on, come on!”
Oh! It's just that the living people ignore it.
Nine
Forget it, forget it; try something else:
Fill a glass of Samos wine!
Leave the war to the Turkish savages,
Let the blood of the grapes of Kaew flow!
Listen, how eagerly every drunkard responds to this dishonorable call!
一0
You still retain the dance skills of Perek,
But where are the phalanxes of Perek?
These are two lessons, why only remember one,
and forget the noble and strong lesson?
Cademus created the font for you -
Did he teach it to the slaves?
One by one
Fill a cup full of Samos wine!
Let us put aside such topics!
This wine made Anacreon
sing into divine song; yea, he yielded to
Polykleides, a Tyrant,
But this tyrant is at least a member of our country.
One or two
A tyrant of Xonissas
The most loyal friend of freedom:
Oh, if only now We can have
a tyrant as shrewd as him,
he will unite us and not be bullied by others!
一三
Fill a cup full of Samos wine!
On the rocks of Suri and on the shore of Baga,
lived the brave descendants of a people,
worthy of being the mother of Sparta. Raise;
There, perhaps the seeds have been scattered,
The true heritage of Hercules’ bloodline.
14
Don’t rely on Westerners for the cause of freedom.
They have a king who does business;
A native sword , local soldiers,
are the only hope to charge into the battle;
But the Turkish force and Latin deception,
will penetrate your shield inside and outside.
One Five
Fill a cup full of Samos wine!
Our girls are dancing under the shade of the trees -
I see their bright black eyes,
But looking at each bright girl, < /p>
My eyes are fascinated by the hot tears,
Do these breasts also need to feed slaves?
一六
Let me climb the cliffs of Sunia,
I can hear each other whispering,
Let me be like Like a swan, it sings and dies;
I don’t want the slave country to belong to me -
Just break the Samos wine glass!
Translated by Zha Liangzheng[/size]