English poetry translation: homesickness
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, my homesickness was a stamp.
Homesickness is a small stamp when I was a child.
Connect the mother at the other end with me.
I'm here and my mother is there.
Grow up, still homesick, but become a ticket.
Homesickness is a narrow boat ticket when you grow up.
I rode it to and from my bride at the other end.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Then homesickness turned into a grave,
Later, homesickness was a low grave.
Mom is inside, and I am outside.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
I am still homesick now, but it is a narrow strait.
Homesickness is now a shallow strait.
Separated me from the mainland.
I am on this continent, on that side.
English poetry translation: chimney sweeper
The little boy sweeping the chimney
William Blake
William Blake
When my mother died, I was very young.
I was young when my mother died,
My father sold me, and my tongue
My father sold me to someone else,
Can hardly cry "cry! Cry! Cry! Cry!
I was not very good at shouting "sweep, sweep",
So I cleaned your chimney and slept in soot.
So, clean your chimney during the day and sleep in the ashes at night.
Little Tom Dyke cried when his head was on.
There is a little Tom whose hair is curly like wool.
It rolled like a lamb's back and was covered, so I said,
It's so sad and uncomfortable to cry when shaving.
"Hush, Tom! Never mind, because when we are naked,
I said, "Little Tom, don't cry, you are bald.
You know soot won't damage your white hair. "
Ash won't stain your hair. "
So he was quiet that night,
He calmed down, and that night,
When Tom was sleeping, he saw such a sight!
Tom fell asleep and dreamed of such a scene.
Thousands of cleaners, Dick, Joe, Ned, Jack,
Dick, Joe, Nande, Jack and so on. Thousands of children in Qian Qian.
They were all locked in black coffins;
Are locked in black coffins.
An angel came up with a bright key.
Then an angel came and took away a golden key.
He opened the coffin and let them all out;
He opened the coffin and let the children go.
Then along the green plain, they jumped and ran with a smile.
They danced and laughed and came to the grass.
Bathe in the river and shine in the sun;
Take a bath in the river and bask in the sun.
Then there were naked white people, who left all their bags behind.
Drop the tool bag, naked white man,
They rise to the clouds and play in the wind.
They rose to the clouds and played in the wind;
The angel told Tom that if he was a good boy,
"As long as you are a good boy," the angel said to Tom.
His father is God, and he will never lack happiness.
God will be your father and will never lack joy.
So Tom woke up; We rise in the dark,
Tom woke up and we got up in the dark.
And Andgotwithourbags, our brush works.
Pick up the tool bag brush and go to work.
Although it was cold in the morning, Tom was happy and warm.
Although the morning breeze is very cold, Tom feels happy and warm;
Therefore, if everyone does their duty, they don't have to be afraid of harm.
If everyone does his duty, he is not afraid of disaster.
English Poetry Translation: ode to the west wind
Ode to the West Wind
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
one
one
Ah, wild west wind, you are the breath of autumn,
Oh, wild west wind, you are the breath of autumn,
You can't see your existence, and the leaves die.
You are so elusive that all the leaves have withered.
Driven like a ghost. What the hell? An escaped Englishman.
Yellow leaves run around like ghosts meet wizards.
Yellow, black, pale, excited red,
Leaves are flying everywhere, and colors seem to be avoiding diseases.
Plague-ridden people: you,
Yellow, black, pale, flush,
Who is riding in their dark and cold bed?
You are driving winged seeds to arrive.
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
In the dark, low and cold bed in winter.
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Every seed is like a zombie in a grave,
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
When the bright Dong Jun blew the horn,
Her horn resounded through the land of dreams, full of
The earth is recovering everywhere, no longer like a dream,
* * * Driving sweet buds like sheep to feed in the air * * *
Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep.
Living colors and smells of plains and hills;
Alpine plains are colorful and covered with wheat straw.
Wild spirit, flowing everywhere;
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, listen!
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
two
two
Whose stream are you on, in the movement of steep sky?
When the sky is in chaos,
Loose clouds fall off like rotten leaves on the ground,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
This is the progress of rain and electricity,
On your surging blue water,
They fall on your majestic blue waves,
Like bright hair raised from the head
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
The height from the horizon to the zenith,
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
In this year that is about to pass, in this night that is about to end.
You are an elegy at the end of the year, this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength.
And you, condensing all the power of water vapor, pull the dome,
Steam, from the solid atmosphere
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Burst: There will be black rain, fire and hail!
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
three
You wake up from a summer dream.
You shake the blue Mediterranean from your summer dream,
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
The Mediterranean lies lazily on the clear waves,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
Next to a pumice island in Bayas Bay,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
You dreamed of ancient palaces and castles.
On colder days, shivering in the waves,
Sweep away the shadows in the swaying water waves.
All covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
It is covered with moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! you
What a charming smell! Wow, it's for you.
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into cracks, and underneath
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away.
Seaweed and green forest
Leaves without juice in the ocean, you know?
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Your voice, the fear of suddenly turning gray,
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and despair: listen!
Trembling automatic contraction: oh, listen!
prow
four
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a dead leaf that could be awakened by you,
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you;
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
The waves breathe under your power, share.
If I were a wave that inhaled your strength,
The impulse of your strength, less freedom
If I can have your pulse, I just don't like it.
Compared with you, 0 can't be controlled! If even
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
I was in my teens, maybe.
If I were a child, I could go with you.
Your footsteps roaming in heaven,
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
So, when do you exceed your taxiing speed?
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I have never tried.
It doesn't seem like a dream, so I won't be like this.
It's like praying with you when I need it most
So eager to pray with you.
Ah, lift me up like a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
When I am a wave, a leaf and a cloud, please lift me up.
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
I fell on the thorns of life, and I bled.
Heavy time shackles and bows
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
One is as tame, quick and proud as you.
Just like you: open-minded and free-spirited.
five
five
Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
Think of me as a lyre, like a forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
Although my leaves have fallen, what's the harm!
The noise of your powerful harmony
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
From a deep, autumn tone,
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Sweetness in sadness. You are a fierce soul,
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Violent spirit! May you become me, unstoppable!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!
Let it promote new life like dead leaves.
According to the spell in this section,
Do the magic of this poem,
Spread out from the never-extinguished stove
Take my words as ashes and flames.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind!
Spread to the world in the unlit fire!
Through my lips, to the land that is not awakened.
Blow the horn of prophecy,
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
Go and wake up the sleeping earth! Xifengni
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?