English poem about loneliness 1
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Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Cry, only you cry alone.
Because the sad old earth must borrow its joy,
But it has enough troubles of its own.
Sing, and the mountains will respond;
Sigh, it disappeared in the air.
The echo is accompanied by the sound of joy,
But I dare not say what I care about.
Be happy, people will look for you;
Sad, they turned and left.
They want all your happiness,
But they don't need your sadness.
Be happy, you will have many friends;
Sadness, you will lose them.
No one will refuse your wine,
But you must drink the bitter wine of life alone.
Feast, your hall is crowded;
Soon, the world will pass.
Success and giving, it helps you live,
But no one can help you die.
There is room in the hall of happiness.
A long and noble train,
But we have to file one by one.
Through the narrow passage of pain.
Laughter makes the world laugh,
If you cry, you will cry alone.
Because the sad old world needs loans and laughter,
It has a lot of troubles of its own.
Singing is the response of the mountains,
Scatter with a sigh
The echo turned into joy,
Pour out your heart and get no response.
If you are happy, people will come to you.
Sorrow leads to separation.
They want to measure your happiness,
But they don't want your sadness.
If you are happy, you will have more friends.
You are sad, they turn and walk away.
No one will refuse your wine,
But you must taste the bitter wine of life alone.
The party was full of friends,
Nobody cares about fasting.
Success and generosity can help you live,
But others can't save you from death.
There is a room in the entertainment hall.
The long luxury train stop at that center,
But we all have to submit documents,
Through the narrow corridor of pain.
English Poems on Loneliness II
I roam alone, like a cloud. I roam alone, like a cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on high valleys and hills,
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly, I saw a group of people,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
A group of golden daffodils;
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
By the lake, under the tree,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous as a shining star
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
Shining in the milky way,
They go on and on.
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Along the edge of the bay:
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand at a glance,
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
Shake their heads in a cheerful dance.
The ups and downs in dance.
The waves beside them danced; But they
The sparkling waves are dancing,
Cheerfully better than sparkling waves:
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
Poets can't help being happy,
With such a happy partner,
In such a happy company:
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared-stared-but seldom thought of it.
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this program brought me:
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Often, when I lie on the sofa.
Every time I lie awake in bed,
In a daze or brooding mood,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They flash in the inner eyes.
They often flash in my mind,
This is lonely happiness;
That is the happiness in loneliness;
Then my heart was filled with happiness,
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
Dancing with daffodils.
English poem about loneliness 3
Ode to loneliness
Alexander Pope
A happy person, his hope and care.
A few acres of my father's land,
Satisfied with breathing the air in my hometown,
On his own land.
Whose cows have milk and whose fields have bread,
His flock provided him with clothes,
His trees give him shade in summer,
In the fire of winter.
Happiness, who can find it carefree?
Hours, days and years slip away gently,
Good health, calm mood,
It's quiet during the day,
Sleep soundly at night; Study and relax,
Mix together; Sweet pastime;
Innocent, this is the most pleasant,
With meditation.
Just let me live, unseen and unknown;
Let me die like this;
Steal the world, not a stone.
Tell me where to lie.
Reference translation:
Ode to loneliness
Alexander Pope
One can confine one's wishes and concerns to several hectares of ancestral land,
Even though he is happy,
He is content to be on his own land,
Breathe his local air.
He gets milk from herds and food from fields.
He has sheep for him to wear,
His trees give him shade in summer,
Make a fire for him in winter.
He is happy and can feel carefree.
Time is fleeting,
Peace of mind and good health,
The days are quiet and peaceful;
Sleep at night: study and leisure
Coordinate with each other; Sweet entertainment;
There is also the most pleasing innocence.
Combine meditation.
So let me live, unknown, unknown,
So let me die and don't mourn for me;
Steal the world, don't build a monument for me.
Announce where I am lying.