If life cheats you.
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart always yearns for the future,
It is often melancholy now;
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass,
A thing of the past,
It will be a wonderful memory.
Step 2 go to the seaside
Goodbye, free element!
Your blue waves are in front of me.
For the last time,
Your arrogant beauty shines.
Like a friend's sad complaint,
Just like his voice when he broke up,
Your melancholy voice, your urgent call,
Hovering in my ear for the last time.
The place my heart yearns for!
How many times have I walked across your shore,
I meditate quietly alone, wandering,
I am full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish!
How much I love you,
That deep tone, the sound of the abyss,
And your loneliness at dusk,
And your unpredictable passion.
The docile sails of fishermen,
Everything is protected by your will,
Bravely pass over your peak,
When you are angry and uncontrollable,
How many fishing boats will sink.
Oh, how can I put it aside?
Your lonely and still coast,
I bless you with joy:
May my poetry roll forward.
Through your peaks and valleys!
You expect, you call-but I am bound;
My inner struggle is also futile;
Attracted by this intense passion,
I have to stay on your shore. ...
What are you sorry for? Where am I now?
Passionate yearning, carefree road?
There is a place in your vastness.
Can wake up my sleeping heart.
Cliffs and glorious graves ...
There, there are many precious thoughts.
Immersed in an infinitely bleak dream;
That's where Napoleon was buried.
He rested in the misery there.
Right behind him, another genius,
Fly away from us like rolling thunder,
Another master of our thoughts.
He's dead, he can cry freely,
He left his laurel to the world.
Surge and rush, set off a storm:
O sea, he praised you before he died!
Your image is reflected in him,
Your spirit is condensed on him,
Like you, majestic, melancholy, profound,
Just like you, tenacious and tenacious.
O sea, the world is empty. ...
Where are you taking me now?
The world is full of the same fate:
Where there is happiness, there are people who have happiness.
Either an education or a tyrant.
Goodbye, sea! Your majesty,
I will remember it deeply;
Your whisper at dusk,
I will listen for a long time.
Your image fills my heart,
To the jungle and the quiet wilderness,
I'll take your rock, your harbor,
Your voice, your Shui Ying wave.
3. Ode to Freedom
Go ahead, get out of my sight,
Queen of the weak island of Sisala!
Where are you? Salute the emperor,
Ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, take off my crown,
Break the delicate harp ...
I want to give the world the freedom to sing,
I want to fight the evil of the throne.
Please point out that wonderful one for me.
The noble footprints of Gauls,
You made him sing a brave hymn,
Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The tyrant of the world,
Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Listen, cheer up and wake up!
Well, wherever I look-
Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to law,
Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;
Unfair power is everywhere.
In the darkness of prejudice
Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,
And passion that is harmful to honor.
To see the emperor's head.
Without the suffering of the people,
Only when sacred freedom
Combine strong jurisprudence;
Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.
Protect everyone, its sword
Through the hands of loyal citizens,
Swing over the head of equality without mercy.
Only when the right hand is evil.
Swing downward from its highest position,
This hand, it won't do this because of greed.
Or fear, and a little tolerance.
People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.
Give you a crown and a throne,
Although you are above the people,
But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.
If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If the people and the emperor
You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!
I want you to testify about this,
Oh, a martyr of great negligence,
In the recent storm,
Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
Under the witness of silent descendants,
Louis rose high to death,
He broke away from the crown.
Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;
Law is silent-people are silent,
The evil axe fell to the ground ...
So, under the yoke of Gaul,
Wearing a villain's purple robe.
I hate you and your throne,
Tyrants and demons!
I watched with cruel happiness.
Your downfall, your child's death.
Everyone will be on your forehead.
Read the imprint of the people's curse,
You are the condemnation of God in the world,
The shame of nature, the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky at midnight
Shining on the dark Neva River,
A carefree head is a dream of peace.
Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,
The pensive singer stared.
The barren remains of a tyrant,
An abandoned palace for a long time.
Rest in the fog.
He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,
Cleo's terrible sentence,
Regula's last moments.
Clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,
A group of mysterious planes passed by,
Drunk and malicious,
Proud face, afraid heart.
The disloyal guard was silent,
The high suspension bridge fell quietly,
In the dark, two palace doors
The bribed mole spoke quietly ...
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers!
A shameful blow came. ...
The villain wearing the crown suddenly died.
Accept this lesson, emperors:
Today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Is it a bloody prison or an altar,
Can't be your real barrier;
In the shadow of legal reliability, please
First of all, keep a low profile,
If so, people's freedom and peace.
Is the eternal guardian of the throne.
4. to kern
I remember that magical moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the busy life,
This gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
Lovely faces emerge in dreams.
Time flies. A violent storm,
Blow away past fantasies,
I forgot your gentle voice,
And your fairy face.
Living in seclusion in the darkness of the prison,
My years are quietly continuing,
Without god, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
5. "To a Greek girl"
You were born to
Ignite the poet's imagination,
You're scared, you capture your imagination,
Extend cordial and lively greetings,
In a strange oriental language,
Eyes shining like mirrors,
With the wildness of this jade foot ...
You were born to be gentle,
Just for the joy of passion.
I'm sorry, being Lila's singer,
With a heavenly vision,
Depicting his unshakable ideals,
A painful and lovely poet,
Is that your image?
Perhaps, in that distant country,
Under the sacred canopy of Greece,
Inspiring victims,
Seeing you is like a dream,
So deep down,
Treasure this unforgettable image?
Maybe, the magician confused you,
Ring his happy harp;
Trembling involuntarily,
Skimming your pride chest,
So you lean on his shoulder. ...
No, no, my friend,
I don't want to have jealous fantasies;
I have alienated happiness for a long time,
When I enjoy happiness again,
Secret sadness torments me,
I am worried: all lovely people are disloyal.