Ode to the West Wind
one
Oh, the wild west wind, the smell of autumn!
Because you can't see, thousands of trees are rare,
Like a ghost who escaped from an exorcist, dim,
Pale, flush, countless leaves destroyed by the plague,
Dancing around; Oh, you put the seeds with wings again.
The sky was transported to their dark winter beds;
Like a corpse lying in a grave,
They will be dormant, cold and desolate respectively,
Until spring, your blue sister turned to the dream place.
Blow her loud horn (like herding sheep)
Drive the sweet buds into the air for food.
Let the mountains and plains be full of the color and fragrance of life.
Free spirit, you, you run around;
You destroy, you save, listen, oh, listen!
two
On your stream, in the turbulent sky,
Dark clouds of chaos, angels of rain and electricity,
Just like leaves scattered on the ground,
Break free from the friendship between the sky and the sea,
Go with the flow; On your empty wave surface,
Like the vigorous moss on Dionysus' head.
From the dark edge of the vast horizon
Until the top of the sky, walking around.
The coming storm swayed and rolled.
You, the elegy of old age, the night of four in one.
With the support of the water vapor you collected,
Will form the vaulted top of his huge tomb.
From your majestic atmosphere, it will produce
Black rain, fire and hail; Oh, listen!
three
You, oh, you put the blue Mediterranean.
He woke up from his dream and spent the whole summer.
Sleeping soundly outside pumice island in the bay,
Hypnotized by the clear sound of running water,
I dreamed of ancient towers, pagodas and palaces.
Trembling in the fierce and turbulent waves,
Are covered with blue moss and flowers,
Fragrant and fragrant, the look and feel of intoxication is indescribable.
Oh, to make way for you, Atlantic water
Suddenly burst, deep in the waves of Hausen,
Flowers and algae at the bottom of the sea and jungles without juice,
Oh, by recognizing your whistle,
At that time, he sadly changed color and was frightened.
Trembling and dying alone; Listen, oh, listen!
four
If I were a floating cloud that could fly with you,
If I were a fallen leaf, what you can carry,
If I were a wave that could breathe your strength,
Share your strong pulse, free and unrestrained,
Second only to, oh, uncontrollable you,
If I can be like a teenager, as a partner,
Traveling in the sky with you, because at that time,
It seems that it is not a miracle to surpass your speed;
I wouldn't be so anxious now,
Begging you. Oh, lift me up,
Just like the waves, clouds and fallen leaves you raise!
I tripped over the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The burden of years has depressed this person like you,
Like you, proud, unruly and agile.
five
Please play with me when you are playing in the forest.
Even my leaves are withered like a forest!
Your extraordinary harmony, generosity and enthusiasm,
I will definitely play late autumn music from the forest with me.
Sad but sweet. I hope your brave spirit
This is my soul, I can be brave you!
Please spread my withered thoughts to the universe,
Just as you drive away the fallen leaves and promote new life,
Please believe the charm I wrote in this poem,
Like embers that never go out, ashes and sparks rise from the furnace,
Spread my words to every family in the world,
Through my lips, to the sleeping world,
Let the horn of prophecy ring! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?