You are a perfect virgin committed to "silence",
You have been raised by "silence" and "eternity",
Oh, pastoral historian, You can actually tell
a flowery story, more magnificent than poetry:
Your body is surrounded by
ancient legends, with green leaves For its edge;
Talking about humans, gods, Dunpi or Arcadi?
Oh, what kind of person or god is he! Before the dance music
What a passionate pursuit! How the girl runs away!
What a bagpipe and drum ballad! What ecstasy!
The music you hear is good, but it is even more beautiful if you cannot hear it
So, play, the tender bagpipe;
It is not played to the ears , but sweeter,
It plays silent music to the soul;
You beautiful boy under the tree, you cannot interrupt
Your song, that Trees cannot shed their leaves;
You will never, ever kiss a reckless lover,
Although you are close enough - there is no need to feel sad;
Her You will never grow old, even though you can't get what you want, you will love her forever, and she will always be beautiful!
Oh, happy trees! Your branches and leaves
never peel off, never leave spring;
Nor does the happy flute player stop,
His songs are always so fresh ;
Oh, a happier, happier love!
Forever warm, waiting for lovers’ feast,
Always heartbeating passionately, forever young;
Happiness lies in all these extraordinary moods:
It will not satisfy and grieve the heart,
No burning mind, no thirsty lips.
Who are these people, all going to attend sacrifices?
This sacrificial calf cries to the sky,
Where will you lead it, mysterious priest?
Garlands adorn its smooth waist.
From which small town by the river and the sea,
or from which quiet Baozhai mountain village,
These people came, in this godly early morning ?
Oh, small town, your streets are always quiet;
It is impossible for a soul to come back again
Tell people why you are so lonely.
Oh, Greek shapes! Beautiful observation!
It is decorated with stone men and women,
There are also forest trees and trampled grass;
Silent form, you seem to be "eternal" ”
It makes people transcend thoughts: Oh, the cold pastoral!
When old age makes this generation wither,
only you remain the same; in other
sorrows, you will comfort future generations and say: < /p>
"Beauty is truth, truth is beauty," which includes
everything you know and should know.