crow
Once upon a time, one dreary midnight, when I was meditating, I was weak.
Many quintets and curious forgotten knowledge.
Just as I nodded and almost fell asleep, suddenly there was a knock.
It seems that someone is knocking at my door.
"Someone is coming," I muttered, "knocking at my door-
That's all. "
Ah, I clearly remember it was in a cold December.
Each individual dying ash creates its ghost on the floor.
I eagerly hope tomorrow; -I tried to borrow money in vain.
From my book, stop mourning-mourning for the lost Lenore-
A rare and radiant girl that angels call Lenore-
There will never be a name here.
And the sad and uncertain rustle of silk on every purple curtain.
Let me excited-let me full of unprecedented terror;
So now, in order to make my heart stop beating, I stand and repeat.
"This is some visitors begging to enter my door-
Some late visitors begged to enter in front of my door; -
That's all.
Soon, my soul became stronger; No more hesitation,
"Sir," I said, "or madam, I really beg your forgiveness;
But the truth is, I'm taking a nap, so you rap softly,
You tapped on my door,
I am scarce sure that I hear you "-here I open the door;
Darkness, that's all.
Deeply immersed in it: the darkness peeped, and I stood there for a long time, confused and afraid.
Doubt, dreaming dreams that mortals never dared to dream;
But the silence was not broken, and the darkness did not give any marks.
The only word said there was a whisper: "Lenore!" "
I whispered this sentence, and an echo whispered back, "Lenore!" "
That's all.
Then I entered the room, and all my soul burned inside me.
Before long, I heard a knock louder than before.
"Of course," I said, "it must be something on my window lattice;
Let me see, what is that, and this mysterious seeker.
Let my heart be quiet for a while and explore this secret;
This is the wind, that's all!
Open here and I throw blinds, when, a lot of flirting and fluttering.
A solemn crow came in, which was a holy day in the past;
He showed no respect at all; Without stopping or stopping him for a moment;
But, as a noble or a lady, perched on my door-
Perched on the bust of pallas above my door-
Habitat, sit down, that's all.
Then this ebony bird deceived my sad fantasy and made me smile.
Judging from the serious and serious expression on its face,
"Although your crown has been shaved off, you," I said, "are certainly not a coward.
Dark and terrible old crows wander the coast at night-
Tell me what your noble name is on the east coast of Prussia at night! "
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
I was surprised that this clumsy bird could hear the conversation so clearly.
Although its answer is of little significance-almost irrelevant;
Because we have to agree that there is no life on earth.
I was lucky enough to see a bird on his door-
Birds or beasts on the bust carved above the American room door,
A pantomime like "Never Super Life".
But the crow, sitting alone in a quiet bust, only talks.
This word, as if his soul in this word he poured out.
Besides, he didn't say anything-not a feather, and then he fluttered-
Until I almost muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
He will leave me tomorrow, because my hope has flown away. "
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
Surprised that such an appropriate answer broke the silence,
"No doubt," I said, "it's about its only stock and store."
From the merciless disaster of some unfortunate master.
Follow fast, follow faster-so when hope comes, he will beg,
Severe despair came back, not sweet hope, and he dared to beg-
The sad answer, "Never live beyond life!"
But the crow still smiles and deceives all my sad souls.
I pushed a cushioned seat straight in front of Byrd, the bust and the door;
Then sinking in velvet, I connected myself.
Fantasy fantasy, think of this ominous bird's past-
This terrible, ugly, terrible, gaunt and ominous bird of the past.
It means "never live beyond life"
I sat there guessing, but there was no syllable expression.
For the bird whose flaming eyes are now burning into the core of my chest;
Besides, I sat there, leaned back and relaxed thinking.
The light gloated on the velvet lining of the cushion,
But whose velvet purple lining lights gloat,
She will press, ah, never again!
Then, I think, the air becomes denser and smells from an invisible incense burner.
Swinging around by angels, their faint footsteps jingled on the tufted floor.
"Poor thing," I cried, "your God lent it to you-he sent it to you through these angels.
Respite-respite and A Girl Without Sorrow disappear from your memory of Lenore!
Let me gulp down this A Girl Without Sorrow and forget about this lost Lenore! "
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
"Prophet!" I said, "evil things! -Prophets are still, if birds or demons! -
Whether it's from the tempter or the storm that throws you ashore,
Desolate, but fearless, in this magical desert-
In this home haunted by terror, tell me the truth, I beg-
Is there any sesame oil in Gilead? -Tell me.-Tell me, I beg you! "
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
"Prophet!" I said, "evil things! -Prophets are still, if birds or demons!
With the sky above us, with the God we worship together-
Tell this sad soul that if it is in a distant heaven,
It will embrace a holy girl named Lenore by angels-
Hug a rare and radiant girl named Lenore by an angel.
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
"Let this word be a sign of our parting, bird or devil!" I screamed and started-
"Let you go back to the east coast of Prudhoe in storms and nights!
Don't leave black feathers as a sign of the lies your soul tells!
Let my loneliness not be broken! -No bust on my door!
Take your mouth away from my heart and your body away from my door! "
The crow said, "Never live beyond life."
Crow, never flying, still sitting, still sitting.
On the pale bust of pallas above my door;
His eyes look like a demon in a dream,
The light on him passed through his shadow on the floor;
My soul floats on the floor from the shadow of our chat.
Will be lifted-never again!
Crowe (Allen? Slope)
Translated by Cao Minglun (Anhui Literature and Art Publishing House 1999 Edition)
Once upon a time, on a gloomy midnight, I meditated alone, feeling lazy and tired.
In the face of many strange books that have long been forgotten;
When I began to doze off and almost fell asleep, there was a sudden knock.
Looks like someone's tapping? Knock on the knocker in my room.
? Are there any guests coming? I said softly. Knock on my knocker,
That's all, nothing else. ?
Oh, I clearly remember it was in a windy and rainy December.
Every dying ash forms a shadow on the floor.
I'm really looking forward to the next day? Because I'm in vain
I want to use books to eliminate my sadness and the sadness of losing Lenore.
Because the girl called Lenore by angels is beautiful and charming,
I have erased my name here forever.
Every purple curtain cloth is soft, dim and rustling.
Let my heart full of unprecedented fear, creepy;
To calm my heart, I stood up and repeated.
? This is a guest who is about to enter the house. He is knocking on the door knocker of my room.
Late at night, a guest wanted to enter the house and was knocking on the door knocker of my room.
That's all, nothing else. ?
So my heart becomes strong; No more hesitation, no more hesitation,
? Sir? I said,? Or madam, I ask you to forgive me;
I was sleepy just now, and you knocked so lightly.
You gently knock on the door, knock on the knocker in my room,
I almost thought I didn't hear you? Say I open the door leaf?
But 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 the constant silence did not show any symbols,
? Lenore? Is the only word I mumble,
I said? Lenore? The echo gently returned 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.
? Are you sure? I said,? There must be something in my window lattice;
Let me see what's there, find the secret,
Let my heart calm for a while to discover the secret;
That's just the wind, nothing else! ?
Then I opened the window and flapped my wings.
A crow of the sacred past solemnly entered my room;
It didn't say hello to me, and there was no stop for a minute.
But as a gentleman and lady, perched on my door,
Perched on the bust of pallas above my door;
Living there, that's all.
So this blackbird turned my sad illusion into a smile,
With a mature, serious and gentle face,
? Although the crown hair was cut off? I said,? But you're obviously 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 again? .
Hearing such a straightforward answer, I was surprised at this ugly bird.
Although its answer is irrelevant? Almost nothing to do with asking questions;
Because we have to admit that there has never been a living world.
I was lucky to see a bird perched above his door.
Seeing birds or animals perched on the bust above his door,
And a name? Never again? .
But the crow perched on the solemn bust only said
This sentence, as if to pour out the soul, uses that one word.
Then it didn't say anything? Or flapping its feathers,
Until I almost mumbled something? Other friends have long since separated,
It will leave me tomorrow morning, just as my hope has dissipated. ?
Then the crow said? Never again? .
The silence in the room was broken by such an appropriate answer.
? Are you sure? I said,? This is the only thing it can say,
From its unfortunate main population. A series of disasters
It followed until the word appeared in its owner's song.
Until this melancholy word appeared in his elegy of hope?
Never again, never again. ?
But that crow is still tricking my sad soul into smiling,
I immediately dragged a soft chair to the crow under the statue by the door;
Then I sat on the velvet cushion, and I began to associate with it.
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 did you tell me? Never again? .
I sat and guessed, but I didn't say a word to the crow.
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 under the gaze of the lights,
But on the purple velvet mat with the lights on,
Will she still rely on it? Ah, never again!
Then I feel that the air becomes dense and is scented by an invisible incense burner.
Seraphim's footsteps in the incense burner rang on the tufted floor.
? Poor guy? I sighed,? God sent an angel to send you medicine,
This medicine will make you stop thinking about Lenore.
Drink, drink, forget your thoughts of Lenore! ?
Then the crow said? Never again? .
? Prophet! ? I said? Prophet or devil, bird or devil,
Did Satan send you, or did the storm throw you to the shore?
Come to this sneaky wasteland without being afraid of the devil?
Come to this terrible cabin? Tell me the truth, please have pity on me!
Does Gilead have perfume? Tell me, tell me, please have pity on me! ?
The crow said? Never again? .
? Prophet! ? I said? Prophet or devil, bird or devil,
In the name of the God we worship? Swear by the sky above us,
Please tell this sad soul. Can you be in a faraway fairyland?
An angel hugged a girl named Lenore. She was spotless.
Hug a girl called Lenore by angels. She is beautiful and charming. ?
The crow said? Never again? .
? Let this be our farewell speech, bird or devil! ? I got up and shouted:
? Go back to your storm, go back to the other side of your night!
Don't leave your black feathers as a symbol of your soul lies!
Leave me completely lonely! Get off the statue on my door!
Let your mouth leave my heart; Get your body out of my room! ?
The crow replied? Never again? .
The crow didn't fly away, it still perched, still perched,
Perched on 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;
And my soul comes from the shadow floating on the floor.