Shelley
one
Wild west wind, you are the breath of late autumn,
Because of your invisible existence, dead leaves are scattered everywhere,
Just as the devil sees a wizard, he runs away;
Those dead leaves are black and white, red and yellow,
Like a group of people suffering from the plague, oh, you,
West wind, you let the seeds spread their wings,
Fly to the dark winter bed, lie down coldly,
Like a body buried in a grave until
Your blue Yangchun sister returned home in triumph,
Blow her horn to the sleeping earth,
Accelerating germination is like driving a flock of sheep to eat grass.
Let the mountains and plains be filled with the fragrance of life;
Evil spirit, you are everywhere,
Oh, listen, you're destroying and saving!
two
In your turbulence, in the turmoil at high altitude,
Chaotic clouds are like fallen leaves,
You walk through the Woods from the sky and the ocean.
Shake off the angels who send thunderstorms and lightning;
On the blue surface of the gas wave,
Like the head of a priestess in Dionysus.
Glittering moss, from the hazy horizon
Hanging freely all the way to the top of the sky.
The coming storm,
You are the elegy of dying years,
The night in the quadrangle is the vault of a huge tomb.
It's based on the charm you collect,
But from your solid momentum, it will gush out
Black rain, electric fire, hail; Oh, please listen to me!
three
You, take the blue Mediterranean away from your summer dream.
Wake up, it was asleep by clear water,
I have been lying there, sleeping soundly,
Sleeping next to a rocky island in Bailly Bay,
I saw ancient palaces and terraces in my sleep.
Trembling gently in the waves under the scorching sun,
They are all full of flowers and moss,
The intoxicating smell is indescribable!
Seeing you, the waves of the Atlantic suddenly parted,
Make way for you, deep under the sea,
A muddy jungle with no pulp in its branches and leaves
And countless sea flowers and corals, once recognized.
Your voices, one after another, suddenly trembled with fear,
Trembling, like being robbed, oh, please listen!
four
If I were a dead leaf that you could blow,
If I were a cloud floating with you,
Or the waves that gasp under your power,
Share your strong pulse, relax,
The unrestrained wind, even if it is not as free as you,
Or, if I can be like my childhood,
Travel freely with you in heaven,
Even flying faster than you is not an illusion-
Then I will never beg you like this:
Ah, roll me up! Like rolling waves,
Or like sweeping leaves, or like driving clouds!
I jumped into the thorns of life, and my blood flowed!
The burden of years has bound my soul,
Too much like you: agile, arrogant and unruly.
five
Think of me as a piano, like that forest,
Even if my whole body Ye Er also fell!
Live in harmony with your wild passion
Let me play the vigorous autumn movement with the Woods,
Sad and sweet. Violent elves,
I hope you and my agile soul can blend in!
Spread my dead thoughts all over the universe,
Like dead leaves being driven away to urge new life!
Besides, according to the spell in my poem,
Send my words to all the people in the world,
It's like lighting a spark in a never-ending furnace!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips.
Play to the groggy earth! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
English version:
Ode to the West Wind
-percy bysshe shelley (1792- 1822)
I
Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You, from your invisible existence, the leaves die.
Driven, like a ghost running away from a magician,
4 yellow, black, pale, excited red,
People with epidemic plague: Oh, you,
Who rides in their dark winter bed?
7 winged seeds, they lie cold and low,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn sounded on the dreamy land, full of.
1 1 (driving sweet buds to feed in the air like sheep)
12 plains and hills with vivid colors and smells:
13 wild spirit, which art is everywhere;
14 destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
two
15 Whose stream are you on, amid the turmoil in the steep sky,
16 loose clouds like rotten leaves on the earth are falling off.
17 Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
18 rain angel and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue sea,
Like bright hair raised from the head.
2 1 Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge.
The height from the horizon of 22 to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
24-year-old dying year, this closing night
25 will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength
27% steam, solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
Roman numeral 3
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
3 1 hypnotized by the coil of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the stormy day,
All of them are covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
36 is so sweet that it blurs the feeling of imagining them! you
Whose roads are powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
38 split into cracks, and the bottom is far away.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away
There are no sap leaves in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, suddenly pale with fear,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
Intravenously injected
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you;
A wave breathes under your strength, share it.
The impulse of your strength is only less freedom.
47 is more than you, oh, uncontrollable! If even
I was in my youth, maybe.
49 your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when did you overtake your speed?
5 1 scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
In this way, I pray with you in my desperate need.
Oh, lift me up like a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy chain of time has been bent.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
V
Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From the deep autumn colors,
6 1 Although sad, it is sweet. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!
65, through the spell of this poem,
Scattered, such as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words on earth!
Through my lips, I reach the awakening land.
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?