Once upon a time, on a gloomy midnight, I meditated alone, feeling lazy and tired.
Meditate on many strange rumors that have long been forgotten-
When I began to doze off and almost fell asleep, there was a sudden knock.
It seems that someone is tapping lightly, tapping lightly on my door.
"Someone is coming," I muttered softly, "knocking at my door-
That's all, nothing else. "
Oh, I clearly remember it was in the bleak December;
Every dying ash forms a shadow on the floor.
I am really looking forward to the next day; -Because I've been trying in vain.
Want to use books to eliminate sadness-to eliminate the lament of losing Lenore-
Because the angel girl Lenore is beautiful and charming-
I will never be known here.
Every purple curtain cloth is soft, dim and rustling.
Let my heart be filled with unprecedented terror-my hair is shocked;
In order to calm my heart, I stood up and said repeatedly.
"This man wants to come in and knock on my door.
Late at night, someone wants to enter the house and is knocking at my door; ——
That's all, nothing else. "
Soon my heart became strong; No more hesitation, no more hesitation,
"Sir," I said, "or madam, please forgive me;
I was sleepy just now, and you knocked so lightly.
You gently knock on my door,
I almost thought I didn't hear "-I opened the door; ——
Only at night, nothing else.
Staring at the dim night, I stood at the door in fear for a long time.
Doubt seems to dream a dream that no one dared to dream before;
But there was no sign of continued silence.
"Lenore?" Is the only word I mumble,
I said, "Lenore!" The echo gently responded to the name,
That's all, nothing else.
I turned back to my room, my heart was burning,
Soon I heard a knock at the door again, which sounded more obvious than before.
"Of course," I said, "there must be something in my window lattice;
Let me see what's there to discover the secret-
Let my heart calm for a while to discover the secret; ——
That's just the wind, nothing else! "
I suddenly opened the window. My heart beats like a drum,
A robust crow of the sacred past slowly came into my room;
It didn't say hello to me; Without a moment's pause;
A gentleman and a lady stood gracefully at my door-
Perched on the bust of pallas above my door—
Sitting there, that's all.
So this blackbird turned my sad illusion into a smile,
With a mature, serious and gentle face,
"Although the crested hair has been cut off," I said, "you are certainly not a coward.
You ghostly old crow, floating from the other side of the night-
Please tell me your name, in the dark underworld! "
The crow replied, "Never repeat it."
Hearing such a straightforward answer, I marveled at this ugly crow.
Although its answer is irrelevant-almost irrelevant to asking questions;
Because we have to admit that there has never been a living world.
I was lucky to see a bird parked in front of his door-
A bird or beast perched on the bust above the door of his room.
There is such a name as "water is gone forever".
But the crow who lives alone in the solemn bust only said one thing
This sentence, as if to pour out the soul, uses that one word.
Then it didn't say a word-it didn't flap its feathers-
Until I almost said to myself, "All my other friends have dissipated-
It will leave me tomorrow morning-just as my hope has disappeared. "
Then the bird said, "Never come back."
The surprised silence was broken by such an appropriate answer.
"Of course," I said, "this sentence is its only capital, learned from its unfortunate owner. A series of ruthless flight disasters
It followed until the word appeared in its owner's song-
Until this sad word appeared in his elegy of hope.
Don't come back, don't come back. "
But the crow still turned my sad fantasy into a smile.
I immediately dragged a soft chair to the bird under the statue by the door;
Then I sat on the velvet cushion and began to think hard.
Imagination is connected with imagination, and guess what this ominous ancient bird said-
Why did this ugly, ugly and ominous ancient bird say that?
Why are you arguing?' Never reply. "
I sat speculating, but I didn't say a word to the bird.
At this point, its bright eyes have burned into my heart;
I still sat there guessing, comfortably leaning against my head,
Leaning comfortably on the velvet cushion, staring at the light,
But the purple velvet lining was gazed at affectionately by the light,
She will appear, ah, never come back!
Then I thought, the air became dense and was incense by invisible incense burners.
Seraphim's footsteps in the incense burner rang on the tufted floor.
"Poor man," I cried, "God sent an angel to bring you medicine.
This medicine can make you stop thinking about your lost Lenore;
Drink, forget the lost Lenore! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Prophet!" I said, "bad omen! -or a prophet, whether a bird or a demon!
Did the devil send you here, or did the storm throw you on this shore?
Lonely but not discouraged, in this charming wasteland-
In this haunted house-tell me the truth, please have mercy-
Does Gilead have perfume? Tell me. Please tell me! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Prophet!" I said, "bad omen! -or a prophet, whether a bird or a demon!
Swear by the heaven above us-swear by the God we worship together-
Tell this sad soul. Can you be in a faraway fairyland?
Hug the girl called Lenore by the angel. She's spotless-
Hug the girl called Lenore by the angel. She is beautiful and charming. "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Let this be our farewell, bird or devil!" I suddenly cried-
"Go back to your storm, go back to your dark hades!
Don't leave black feathers as a symbol of your soul lies!
Leave me completely lonely! Get off the statue on my door!
Get your mouth out of my heart; Get out of my door! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
The crow didn't fly away, it's still alive, still alive.
Above the pale bust of pallas above the door;
Its eyes are exactly the same as those of the dreaming devil.
The light shining on it casts its shadow on the floor;
My soul will float on the floor from the darkness.
Promotion-gone forever!