George Gordon Byron
She walked in the beautiful night.
Wan Li is cloudless and starry.
All the beauty of darkness and light
Meet in her appearance and eyes;
Such soft light
Heaven rejects a gorgeous day.
The more shadows there are, the less light there is
Half the damage to the nameless elegance.
Rippling on every black tree
Or gently illuminate her face.
Where thoughts are expressed quietly and sweetly.
How pure and lovely their homes are.
On the cheek, on the forehead
So gentle, so calm but eloquent
Win a glorious smile
But to tell you the good times,
A heart at peace with all the people below.
A love is a pure heart.
George Gordon Byron
She walked in the beautiful light and shadow,
Like a cloudless, starry night in Wan Li;
The most subtle color of light and shade,
All meet in her jade eyes,
Melt into soft light,
This light, even in gorgeous days, God refuses to give alms.
Add shadows, subtract auras,
Is enough to make this unspeakable charm disappear.
This charm surged through every strand of her hair,
Shining softly on her brain.
Thoughts ripple quietly and gently on my face,
Ah! How sacred and elegant their apartment is.
Eyebrows, so gentle, so quiet,
But it contains a thousand words,
Charming smile, beautiful face,
But it reveals days of our lives who spent time in kindness.
The idea of peace contains everything,
The love in my heart is clear and pure.