Who can help me find Shelley's "Adonais"

I cry for Adonis - he is dead!

Oh, weep for him! Although our tears

cannot melt the frost that freezes his beautiful forehead!

And you, in your melancholy moments, have been singled out by the years

to bear our losses; please impart your sorrow to your peers

: You should say: "Atoni

died with me; if the 'future' dares not to -

forget the 'past', his fate and reputation will be

A ray of light, an echo, added to eternity

Great Mother, where were you then?

When your son fell, pierced by the arrows that flew from darkness

Oh, when Adoni passed away,

Where was poor Urania? ? She was sitting in heaven with her eyes closed, and amid the echoes,

she heard an echo that reawakened with a gentle trembling

This is how he beautifies the invasion of death,

Like flowers on a grave covering the corpse below.

Oh, weep for Adoni - he is dead!

Wake up, sad mother, wake up and mourn!

But what's the use? ? Or dry your hot tears

in the hot eye sockets, and let your howling heart

rest quietly without complaint;

Because he died and has gone to the place where all good things

go; Oh, don’t think that the underworld of greed

will hand him over to the realm of life;

Death feasts on his silence and laughs at our mourning.

Weep again, most touching mourner! /p>

More mourning, Urania! - He is dead!

He, the creator of an immortal music,

Blind and old. , alone, the glory of his country

By priests, slaves and the stranglers of freedom

All kinds of evils sacrificed with lust and blood

Trampled and slandered ;He went to the abyss of death

without fear; but his bright soul

still hangs high in the world; he is the third of the Sons of Glory

The most touching mourner, cry again!

Not everyone dares to climb that glorious position;

Blessed are those who can be complacent in the dark night of time, for although the sun has gone,

their candles are still burning; there are others

Noble people are knocked down by the jealous anger of people or gods

and perish in their splendid prime years;

Some of them are still alive and wading through the thorns. On the way,

hardworking and uncomplaining, heading towards a peaceful residence with a good reputation.

Now, your youngest and most cherished son is dead——

He was your adopted son when you were widowed. He seems to

The pale flowers cherished by sad maidens,

are nourished by true tears, not dew;

O most touching mourner, weep one more time cry!

Your last and loveliest hope has come to nothing;

He is a flower whose petals have not yet opened

It was cold and did not bear fruit. And lost his life;

The lily was destroyed - and the storm calmed down.

He has gone to the noble capital, where

the majestic Death is presiding over his court

In beauty and The carving is broken. He exchanged his purest breath for the tomb of a person who will be famous throughout the ages.

Come and cry, while his body is still beautiful

Lying under the blue Italian sky,

Quietly, like condensed dew He is sleeping peacefully,

Don’t wake him up! He must have left all his worries behind and is enjoying his deep and quiet tranquility.

He will not wake up, oh, never again!

In the hazy corpse room, the pale shadow of death quickly spread out

while at the door

the invisible "rot" was watching, waiting. to guide him

The last step to her dark abode:

The succubus sat waiting with "hunger", but "pity" and "awe"

weakened Her desire is burning; unless impermanence and darkness

draw down the curtain of death to cover his sleep,

otherwise, how can she dare to tear such a beautiful prisoner apart?

Oh, weep for Adonis! ——Brilliant dreams,

Messengers of thought with passion as their wings,

These are his herds,

vibrant in his young heart Fed by the spring, and given

love, the music of his soul; but now

no longer wandering among the excited minds;

They Shrinking in the place of birth, surrounded by a cold heart

We lament the bitterness of our lives, because after the sweet pain of birth,

They no longer gain strength and lose their home forever. gentle.

There was a dream that hugged his cold head tightly,

and kept fanning him with the wings of moonlight, shouting:

“Our love, our hope, our sorrow are not dead;

Look at the eyelashes of his dull eyes

It is raising a tear, like the petals of a sleeping flower. Dewdrops,

This must have been left in his mind by some dream."

Oh, the unfortunate angel whose heaven has collapsed!

Little did she know that those were her own tears; she finally

disappeared, like a cloud that has dried up its tears, leaving no trace.

Another dream was to wash his limbs with a glass of crystal dew, as if applying balm;

Again A dream cut off her fluffy curly hair

Weaved it into a garland and put it on his head,

The garland shone with frozen tears instead of real beads;

There was also a dream that was too sad and determined to break

Her bow and arrows, as if they wanted to choke her sorrow with this lighter loss

; and in order to slow down

The fire on the arrow placed the arrow next to his ice cheek.

A brilliant dream fell on his lips,

From that mouth, she usually took every breath?

will gain power, thus piercing prejudice

and enter the stirring heart of the listener

With music and lightning: but dank death

Her kiss on his lips has turned into cold ice;

Oh, it seems like the pale mist ring of moonlight in the condensed cold night.

Suddenly illuminated by the meteor,

she flowed through his pale limbs and then disappeared.

There are other illusions... "desire" and "belief",

The winged "faith" and the veiled "destiny" ",

Brilliance and darkness, as well as "hope" and "fear"

Flickering incarnations, and hazy shapes;

And "sadness" ", with her family "sighing",

and "joy", blurred by tears, not the eyes

but the dying smile that guided her - —

All these are arranged in a gorgeous row of phantoms,

Like the mist on the creek in autumn, moving slowly.

Everything he loved and turned into thoughts:

Beautiful sounds, shapes, scents, colors,

Everyone came to mourn Adonis. "Morning" is walking up to

her eastern lookout, her hair spread

(which is covered with dewdrops that have not yet fallen to the ground),

Darkening the eyes of the sky that illuminate the day;

In the distance, the dull thunder is groaning;

The dim ocean cannot sleep quietly,

And The wind swirled in all directions, whimpering in panic.

The melancholy "Echo" sits in the silent mountain,

Nourishes her sorrow with songs that can still be remembered,

She no longer answers the wind, nor the spring water,

Nor does she answer the shepherd’s horn, the sunset clock,

or the love of the bird perched on the green branches. ;

Because she can no longer learn his songs, this singing voice

is more cherished by her than the words of the beautiful boy

(It was his contempt that made her It turns into a haze),

Therefore, if the woodcutter does not compose songs, he will only hear mournful chants.

The young spring is mad with sorrow, she throws away

her brilliant buds, as if she has become autumn,

Or the buds become withered leaves; for, well, she has

lost her joy, why should she wake up this gloomy year?

Have Hyacinth ever loved Apollo so much?

Daffodils have never loved themselves as much as they love you now

? They stand bleak and dry

among the depressed companions of their youth,

the dew turns to tears, and the fragrance to pity.

The sister of your soul, the lonely nightingale

Never mourned her partner so bitterly;

The elephant You can also soar into space,

and nourish your vigorous young within the sun's borders

the falcon, even though it circles

her empty nest Flying and howling, never

Mourned you like Albian: Curse,

Who actually stabbed your pure heart,

Scared The guests who have left among them, the souls of your angels!

Oh, I am so sad! Winter has come and gone,

But sorrow comes with the change of seasons;

The breeze and flowing water sing a cheerful tune again;

Ants , bees and swallows are walking through the world again;

New flowers and leaves decorate the tomb of the four seasons;

Birds in love are together on every branch,

And they built green nests among the thorns in the fields;

Green earthworms and golden snakes, like flames

Woke up from their drowsiness and ran outside.

From the heart of the earth, the vigorous current of life

The river flows through woods, rivers, fields, mountains and oceans,

Just like God descended from the beginning of the universe

After chaos, life carries movement and impermanence

Everything flows around; countless lamps in heaven

Submerged in the waves of life, shining more gently;

All humble things are full of life's longing,

They want to spread themselves and spend themselves in love

The beauty and joy that the resurrected energy gives them.

The rotting corpse touches this spring air?

It spreads into flowers and exhales soft air;

And when the sunlight turns to fragrance, these flowers

are like stars on the ground, burning death brightly,

and mocking the maggots that squirm happily in the soil;

Everything dies and is resurrected. Is it possible that only the human mind

will be destroyed by invisible lightning, like a sword

destroyed before the scabbard? Oh, once it shines,

the hot atoms melt in the cold silence.

Alas! Everything we love and cherish about him, if not for it

because of our sorrow, seems to have never existed.

How can sorrow last forever? Oh, how sad!

Where do we come from? Why was it born?

What kind of actors or audience are you going to do on this stage? No matter how high or low you are,

you will eventually give back to death everything you borrowed from life.

As long as the sky is blue and the fields are green,

The dusk will lead to the dark night, and the dark night will urge the morning light.

The moon and the moon will change sadly, and the year will Awakening another year of sadness.

He will not wake up, alas, never again!

"Wake up," cried Misery, "O mother who lost her son,

Wake up from your dream! With tears and sighs

Shufa, your heart is more painful than his."

All the illusions accompanied by Urania's eyes,

It all turned out to be listening to their sister's singing.

And the silent "echoes" are now shouting: "Wake up!"

Like thoughts being suddenly stung by the snake of memory,

The eclipsed "brilliance" Wen Xiang suddenly woke up from her dream.

She got up, like the autumn night leaping from the east——

Oh, the gloomy and sad autumn night took over

The golden day, because the day has spread out

The eternal wings are like the soul leaving the body,

turning the earth into a dead skeleton. Sorrow and fear

So struck and shocked Urania's heart,

Surrounded her so miserably, like a cloud of?

Stormy clouds, He only urged her to run towards the tomb where Adoni rested quietly.

She ran out of the quiet kingdom of heaven,

ran through the tents and the big city built with steel and stone,

ran through The human heart, this heart, does not shrink from her

light footsteps, but it hurts

Her invisible, tender soles; she also ran

Prickly tongues, and even more prickly thoughts,

They could not stop her, so they pierced her,

So like tears in May, Her holy blood flows,

Spreading eternal flowers on the humble road.

For a moment in that morgue, death

was ashamed to see this divine vitality,

He was so red that he was ashamed; then Atonni

seemed to be breathing again, and a faint radiance of life

flashed across his limbs, oh, this happened not long ago

The limb she loved so much. Urania cried:

"Don't leave me, don't make me sad and mad,

Like the dark night left by lightning!" Her cry

Awakening death, death smiled and let her embrace her.

“Wait a minute! Say even one more word to me;

Kiss me for as long as one kiss allows;

Those words and that kiss will live longer than anything else in my empty heart

and burning mind,

Sad Memory will be their food;

This memory, now that you are dead,

is like a part of you, Atoni! I would like it

Abandon my life and everything to join you!

But I am tied to the flow of time, how can I escape from it!

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"Oh, beautiful child! You are so gentle,

Why did you leave the familiar path of the world too early,

Try to tease the nest with your broad heart but weak hands

A hungry dragon?

Since you have no protection, then where are

your mirror, shield, wisdom, and spear of contempt?

If you can wait patiently for your soul

Like the new moon to gradually fill up and complete its orbit,

then the devil in the wasteland of life will surely See you and run away.

“The group of jackals only have the courage to chase the weak;

The evil crows only make noises at the dead bodies;

The hawks and falcons only Loyal to the banner of the victor,

Only they dare to harass the place where the 'defeat' has stepped,

and spread plague from their wings; oh, look,

As long as Apollo of this era shoots an arrow with a golden bow

with a smile, the group of robbers

will run away, not only not daring to show off their evil again,

And they all flatter the one who steps on them

“When the sun comes out, how many insects are hatching;

Waiting for him to sink. Fall, those ephemeral insects

sink to death in droves, never to be resurrected,

Only the immortal stars wake up again;

In This is exactly what happens in the world of life:

When a sacred soul soars, its joy

makes the earth brilliant and the sky eclipsed; but when it sinks,

The group that shares or dims its brilliance

will die, leaving the dark night of the spirit to wait for the illumination of the superstar.

She just finished speaking when some shepherd boys from the mountains came.

Their wreaths withered and their fairy robes were torn;

First of all, he is a wanderer in heaven, his reputation

falls on his head like heaven,

Oh, an early but lasting monument, ——

He comes, the splendor of his song is obscured

In sorrow; Ireland sends her sorrows from her country

The most melodious singer in the world,

And "love" makes "sadness" burst out from his tongue like music.

Among the less famous visitors, there is one

as weak as a ghost; he walks alone,

Like the last cloud when the storm is about to subside,

Thunder is his death knell; he seems to be tired of

Looking at the beauty of nature like Actaeon,

Now he is lost, he is galloping weakly through the wasteland of the world, because on that rough road

He is following his own thoughts as if he were following

A group of hounds, he is their father and captive.

It is an elf like a leopard, beautiful and agile -

It is a seemingly "desperate" love - it is a kind of divine power,

His whole body is covered with "fragility", and he simply cannot

bear the weight of the "moment" on his head;

He is the burning The lamp is exhausted, the shower has fallen,

He is a broken wave, at the moment of speaking

Isn’t it already broken? The deadly sun

shines the haggard flowers with a smile; although life

lights the cheeks with blood, the heart in them may be broken.

His head was tied with blooming pansies

and carved blue and white violets,

He held a wooden stick in his hand, with a cypress branch at the top,

wrapped around it with dark ivy branches,

still dripping with dew from the woods at noon;

The wooden stick trembles because the beating heart

is shaking his feeble hand; this mourner

is the last to come, he mourns Walking alone,

is like a stray deer shot by a hunter’s arrow.

All the people stood away and laughed with tears in their eyes when they heard his painful

moans, because they knew,

When he sings new sorrows in foreign languages,

it may be that he mourns through the misfortunes of others

His own; Urania saw this visitor

Fengcai murmured: "Who are you?" But he said nothing,

suddenly lifted the pansy apart with only his hands, revealing

the branded The forehead, burnt and coagulated with blood, looks like Cain or Christ—oh, I wish it were so!

Whose gentle voice mourns the dead?

Who covers his forehead with a black cloak?

Whose shadow bends melancholy against the white corpse bed, as silent as a tombstone?

His heavy heart was so sad that he could not make a sound.

Now that he is here, he, the most elegant wise man,

taught, loved, comforted and praised the deceased,

How can I Then with an abrupt sigh, he broke the silence of the ritual arranged in his heart for the deceased.

Our Adoni drank the poison - oh!

Which deaf murderer is so cruel as to inject a dose of disaster into the cup of life of youth?

Now, the nameless maggot has to deny his sin

because even he feels it

The music caused jealousy and evil from the beginning

(In addition to roaring in one heart)

It’s all silent, making people just want to listen to beautiful songs,

Oh, but the playing My hands are cold and my golden piano is broken!

Live on, slander will not change your reputation!

Stay alive! Don't be afraid that I will give you a heavier condemnation,

You, nameless black spot on the immortal name!

But you must know: you are spreading disaster!

Whenever a good opportunity comes to you, you can spit out the poison at will

Let the fangs bite people all over:

Remorse and inferiority will be tight. Tracking you closely,

Shame will burn on your secret forehead,

You will tremble like a drowned dog - just like today.

Why should we grieve for our beloved

being far away from these carrion-eating kites in the world?

He has traveled and slept with the eternal ancients.

How can you fly to the place where he rests? ——

Let dust return to dust! But the pure spirit

will return to the glorious source from which it comes;

As a particle of eternity, it will transcend duration

and impermanence, forever Shine, eternally conserved,

And your cold ashes will be heaped on the hearth of shame.

Oh, shut up, shut up! He did not die, nor did he sleep,

He just woke up from the dream of life;

On the contrary, we are obsessed with the illusion of fanaticism,

Although we are engaged in useless disputes with some phantoms,

We have been intoxicated with the sharp edge of the spirit

to stab the nothing that cannot be hurt. We are like

corroding corpses in the spiritual chamber, tormented by

fear and sorrow every day, and cold hope

gathered in our clay bodies, Like maggots.

He is flying above our night shadows,

Jealousy and slander, hatred and pain, and

The uneasiness that people mistakenly call "joy" can no longer touch him and make him uncomfortable.

He will no longer be infected by the gradual erosion of the troubled times

nor will he lament and mourn

A heart will become cold, or a heart will become cold. The teeth will only grow;

Not to mention, when the spirit itself has stopped burning,

The ashes will be poured into the urn that no one will regret.

No, he is alive and awake, - the death is just "illusion",

Don't mourn for Adoni. Young morning,

Let your dew turn to glory, for

the spirit you mourn has not faded;

Caves and forests, Don't moan!

Hold it, you fainting flowers and springs; and space,

Why bother covering your shawl like a mourning veil

the joyless earth? ? Let it be clear and cloudless,

Even in the face of the joyful stars that laugh at the earth!

He is one with nature: in her music,

From the thunder's cry to the nightingale's clear song,

Everyone can hear his voice; he has become

a kind of existence, which can be felt in light and darkness, in grass and rocks; in all natural forces

Wherever she moves, he expands

(She has incorporated his life into her own life),

She never tires Love dominates the world, supporting it from below and igniting it from above.

He is part of the "beauty", and this "beauty"

has been reflected by him even more lovely; he is indeed

Accepted one's share from the universal spirit

(This spirit sweeps over the dull and stupid world,

Forcing all things to inherit their respective forms,

Although the unwilling scum blocks its flight,

it will eventually transform from chaos into its proper form;

In the end, it will devote all its beauty and strength

Light that originates from humans, animals, plants and trees, and rises to heaven).

In the firmament of time, the brilliant stars

may be dimmed, but they will never die;

They Like the sun and the moon, rising to their due height,

and death is just a depressed fog, which can cover

but cannot erase the bright light. When young hearts

are lifted up from the bottom of human desire by lofty spiritual thoughts,

let the worldly love and life struggle for the destined

fate, this At this time, the dead are high above the dark and violent clouds, like light flowing.

Far away, in that intangible realm,

Some heirs of half-dead reputation, they have never been

On a throne established beyond human thought

Rise. Chatterton - the solemn pain has not faded

from his face; Sidney is still the same as he was

fighting, wounded, living and loving

Grave and gentle: O pure spirit,

Rise up; and Rugan, whose death makes him praised:

They rise up, "Nirvana "The elephant was scolded and stepped aside.

There are many others (although unknown in the world,

but as long as the flame caused by the spark lasts,

their Talent is passed on and passed on, never dying)

Stand up with eternal brilliance.

"You are one of us," they shouted:

"For you, the unruly constellation

Long in the dark Rotating, there is no god;

Look! It is silent in the peace of heaven.

Our Chang Geng, come and ascend your flying throne! ”

Who else is crying for Atoni? Oh, come on,

Recognize him and yourself, the infatuated person!

Your heart can embrace the suspended earth,

and shoot the brilliance of your spirit, with you as the center, to the sky, until it The vast light

fills the boundless space: then, retreat

to a point of day and night in our world;

Be more broad-minded, otherwise You will be trapped in despair,

If hope sparks hope, it leads you to the edge of the cliff.

Otherwise go to Rome, oh, that cemetery

It is not him who is buried, but our joy:

We want to pay tribute not because of the era, religion and empire buried in

our own ruins;

Because a poet like him does not need to follow

The ravager of the world borrows immortal honor,

He is already among the emperors in the field of thought,

They have all been enemies of the decline of the times,

Among the things that have passed away, they are the only ones that will not pass away!

Go to Rome, there is heaven,

There are cemeteries, cities, woods and wilderness,

There, the ancient cleft mountains tower,

There are flowering weeds and fragrant trees covering them

On the bare bones of the ruins;

Go and let the elves there lead you

Walking your steps onto a sloping green path,

There are baby-like smiles and brilliant flowers

It is spreading around the grass, covering the dead;

The gray walls around are all broken, the time of silence

Eating it, like a faint fire on a rotten tree;

A pyramidal tomb stands majestically,

Like a flame turned into marble, shadowing it

The ashes of an ancient man, he chose this place as his eternal green place;

Below is a field, where the latecomers are,

Pitched their tent of death under the clear sky,

Welcome him who we have lost, his breath just gone.

Stand here: these tombs are still very new,

The bones that convey the sorrow in the tombs

are still It retains its atmosphere; but if

this atmosphere has disappeared, please don't open here

the tears of a sad heart! Otherwise,

when you go home, you will find that you have bitter tears in your own heart.

Please, in the darkness of the tomb,

find the shade that the cold winds of the world cannot blow.

Atoni has gone, why should we be afraid?

"One" exists forever, "many" change and pass away,

The light in heaven is eternal, and the shadows on earth are impermanent;

Like a roof paved with stained glass, life

stains the eternal white light with its color,

until death crushes it. ——Die,

If you want to be with the one you seek!

To the place where everything returns! The blue sky of Rome,

flowers, grass, ruins, stone statues, music, and words are not enough

to explain the true meaning of the glory expressed by all these.

My heart, why do you hesitate, step back, shrink back?

Thy hope is gone; in all that is here

It will never be seen again; now it is time for you to follow!

From the cycle of seasons, from the hearts of men and women,

A luster has faded; that which was still cherished

only invites conflict, rejects it It also makes people depressed.

The soft sky is smiling and the breeze is murmuring:

That’s Adoni’s greeting! Oh, leave quickly,

Since "death" can bring people together, why let "life" isolate them again!

That light, its smile is shining through the whole universe;

That beauty, all things work and move in it;

That blessing cannot be eliminated by the curse of life that taints people

; that living love

is actually destroyed by man and beast, land, sea and sky,

Blindly entangled in the web of life: it burns brightly or darkly, depending on how the person who longs for the flame of love reflects it; now, It is shining upon me,

devouring the last cloud of cold humanity.

The spirit of the universe that I call out in poetry?

It has come to me; my spiritual boat is rocking,

Far away from the coast, away from the timid people——

Let me ask: How dare their ships go to face the storm?

I saw the huge land and sky split!

I was drifting far away in the darkness, fearfully;

But at this moment, Atoni’s soul was shining brilliantly

through the sky. The inside story is as bright as the stars,

Waving to me from the abode of the immortal spirit.

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