Lyrics:
(1) Greek:
∑ε γνωρ?ζω απ? την κ?ψη
του σπαθιο? την τρομερ?,
σε γνωρ?ζω απ? την ?ψη
που με β?α μετρ? ει τη γη.
Απ τα κ?κκαλα βγαλμ?νη
των Ελλ?νων τα ιερ?,
και σαν πρ?τα ανδρειωμ?νη,
χα?ρε, ω χα?ρε, Ελευθερι?!
(2) Latin transcription:
Se gnorízo apó tin kópsi
tu spathiú tin tromerí,
se gnorízo apó tin ópsi,
pu me vía metrái ti yi.
Ap ' ta kókkala vgalméni
ton Ellínon ta ierá,
ke san próta andhrioméni,
khére, o khére, Eleftheriá![1]
(3)English Translation:
I recognize you from the dreadful
edge of your sword
I recognize you from the countenance
which surveys the earth with force
Risen from the sacred bones
of the Greeks
and, valiant as before,
hail, oh hail, liberty!
(4)Poetry Version:
I shall always recognize you
by the dreadful sword you hold,
as the earth, with searching vision,
will rule, with spirit bold.
Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
brought to birth our spirit free,
now, with ancient valour rising,
let us hail you, oh liberty!
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(5) Radiard Kipling's 1918 book Kipling's 1918 version:
We knew thee of old,
O, divinely restored
By the lights of thine eyes,
And the light of thy Sword.
From the graves of our slain,
And the light of thy Sword. From the graves of our slain,
Shall thy valour prevail,
As we greet thee again,
Hail, Liberty! Hail!
(6) Chinese Translation:
I am from thy sword's
awesome edge to recognize you
I recognize you by your force
in the face of the earth
The sacred bones of the Greeks shall rise
And be as brave as before,
Hail, Hail, Liberty!
(7) Poetry Version:
I will always recognize you through the
awesome sword,
and seek our longing in the earth,
which will follow the fearless spirit of dominion.
The death of the Greeks,
will be spiritually freed,
Now, the ancient Ingenuity is reborn,
Freedom! Let us hail thee!
(8) Radiad Kipling's version paraphrased:
We knew thee of old,
resurrected as a god,
by thine shining eyes,
and by thy bright sword.
Our gallant spirits,
Thy valor shall triumph,
For we greet thee again,
Hail, freedom! Hail!
2. Ode to Freedom (Pushkin)
Go, get out of my sight,
Tender queen of the island of Sisera!
Where are you? To the thunder of the empire,
Ah, thou proud singer of free bottoms?
Come, tear away my laurels,
Break the delicate, feeble harp ......
I'll sing freedom to the world,
I'll strike at the evils of the throne.
Show me the noble footsteps of that glorious
Gaul,
Thou hast made him sing the hymn of valor,
Facing glorious suffering without fear.
Thrill in battle! The despotic tyrants of the world,
The temporary favor of changeless fate!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Hear, cheer up and awaken!
Alas, wheresoever I look-
Everywhere the lash, everywhere the iron palm,
The fatal insult to jurisprudence,
The ocean of the slave's feeble tears;
Everywhere unrighteous power,
In the thick gloom of prejudice!
Embedded - by the genius of slavery,
and a passion for glorious pestilence.
To see the imperial head
without the misery of the people pressed upon it,
it is only when divine liberty
is united with mighty jurisprudence;
and it is only when jurisprudence protects all with a strong shield
and its sword
is clenched by the hand of the faithful citizen, and
swung over the Equality's head without mercy.
Only when the hand of justice swings evil
downward from its high place,
O hand, which refuses to palliate a little for the sake of greed
or fear.
O man in power! It is jurisprudence, not Heaven
which has given you crowns and thrones,
and though you are high above the people,
you should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, misfortune, that is the misfortune of the nation,
if the jurisprudence is allowed to doze off indiscreetly;
if either the people or the emperor
can play the jurisprudence within the palm of his hand!
About this I would have you testify,
O oh martyr of illustrious faults,
In the storm of a short time ago,
Witnessed by speechless progeny,
Louis ascended to his death with his head high,
And he laid the head of the deposed crown
Hanging down on a bloody stake of perfidy;
Justice was silent--the people were silent--the people were silent. >Jurisprudence was silent - the people were silent,
and the axe of sin landed ......
So over the yoked Gaul
Covered the villain's purple robe.
I hate thee and thy throne,
despotic tyrant and fiend!
I watch with cruel delight
your overthrow, the death of your children and grandchildren.
Everyone will read on your forehead
the mark of the people's curse,
you are the world's reproach to God,
nature's disgrace, the plague of the earth.
While the stars of the midnight sky
Twinkle on the shadowy Neva,
And the carefree head, weighed down by placid dreams
Sleeps quietly,
The pensive singer gazes on
The deserted relics of a tyrant,
A long-abandoned palace
Against the foggy colors Grimly resting.
He heard, too, behind the terrible walls of the palace,
Creo's palpitating pronouncement,
Caligula's dying moment
clear before his eyes.
He also saw: draped in scapulars and medals,
a group of surreptitious planters walking past,
drunk with wine and malice,
faces full of pride and hearts full of fear.
The disloyal guards were silent,
The high drawbridge fell silent,
and in the darkness of the night the two palace gates
were quietly opened by the bribed mole ......
Oh, shameful! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild beasts, rejoicing Turkish soldiers!......
The dishonorable blow lands ......
The crown-wearing villain dies.
Take this lesson, emperors:
Today, neither punishment, nor praise,
Nor bloody prison, nor altar of God,
Can be your true bulwark;
Let your heads be bowed down first in the trusty shade of jurisprudence,
If so be that the liberty and peace of the people <
It is the eternal guard of the throne.
An Ode to Freedom
Shelley
Translated by Jiang Feng
Yet, freedom, yet, your flag, broken as it is,
still flutters, like a thunderstorm, stirring against the wind.
---- Byron
A
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An honorable nation, again braking
The thunderbolts of all peoples: in Spain
From castle to castle, and from mind to mind,
The bright light of liberty bursts, and roams the heavens in sprays of
contagious blaze. My soul
Forsakes the chains of fright,
Spreads the nimble plumes of song,
(Like young eagles, soaring in the morning sun,)
Solemn and strong, in poetic rhyme,
Circling over its accustomed prey;
Until the whirlwinds of the Spirit, from the heavens of honor
Reel it in, with Vibrant flames
Fill the distant planets of space, like flying boats stirring the waves,
Throwing the light from behind. From the depths of the heavens
comes the lilting song, and I shall record it as it is.
Two
"The sun and the serene moon appeared, and
the stars that burned in the abyss rose into the depths of
the heavens. This marvelous Earth
-an island in the celestial ocean,
suspended in the atmospheric clouds that support all things.
But at this time the sacred universe
was still an abyss of chaos and disaster,
for thou wast not yet born; only the violence of evil for evil,
the spirits of the beasts, the birds of prey, and the aquatic races
had already been like kindling fires,
and endless and endless wars were waged amongst them,
and despair, enthroned within them.
Their ravaged foster-mothers, letting out moans of agony,
lamenting the fact that beasts fought beasts, worms fought worms, and men fought men,
and that every heart was a hell filled with raging storms.
Three
"At this time man, this august form,
begot children under the sunny heavens;
for the multitudes, the billions of beings,
palaces, temples, tombs and prisons
were still only like the tattered lair of the mountain wolf.
The vast human race,
Barbarous, rude, treacherous, and foolish,
For thou art not yet born; In this wilderness where all the names are gathered together,
Like a hideous cloud over the empty wilderness,
The tyranny of despotism hangs high: the plague-girls of the feudal gods:
Sustained by money and blood,
The blood and bronze of the world, the blood and the bronze of the people, are all that is left of the world. >
Blood- and copper-soaked souls of clerics and tyrants
while from all sides drove that frightened throng
into the shadow of her broad wings.
Four
"The upturned promontories of Greece, the blue isles,
The cloudy mountains, the occasional billows,
Are bathed in the cheerful smile of a beneficent heaven,
And glory shines brightly; And from their inspired apertures the echoes of prophecy
Send forth their vague and hazy rhymes.
In the untroubled wilderness,
The palatable olive, the grain, the grape,
Not yet tamed for human consumption, still grows wild;
But, like the budding buds at the bottom of the sea,
Like the adult wisdom of the lurking infant's brain,
Like the immortal dream of art, which holds the future in all its fullness.
This is a dream that is yet to be realized for Pyros.
Still hidden from the rich veins of marble of Pyros;
Poetry, still an inarticulate, babbling child,
Philosophy, already straining to find thy form,
Opened its eyes that never close; when love on the sea
five
"Rises up in Athens ---- magnificent city-state,
As though To mock the most illustrious builders,
Stands above the bedrock of purple cliffs,
White-clouded battlements, silver-towered castles, like dreams,
Ten thousand hectares of turquoise waves pave the ground, And houses are the vaults of twilight,
And in the porticoes is stationed a crowd of
Thundering tempests girded in the girdle of their loins,
And their heads pillowed on the wings of cloudy neon, And on their foreheads the Corolla burned with
The fire of the sun, O sacred works!
And holier Athens, with pillars and stones lofty,
Stands to the will of man, as it were, on a diamond mountain range,
For thou art born. Thy almighty creative skill
has imitated the image of the immortal dead in immortal marble,
and the image of immortality covers that hillock,
Thy earliest throne, and lately proclaimed temple.
Six
"On the surface of the torrential waves of time that fly away,
To this day there floats its wrinkled countenance,
As it was then, never settling, ever trembling,
But never fading, ever remaining on earth.
Your sages and poets, their words and songs,
Like thunder with the stormy winds of the earth
Through yesterday's caverns roar to this day,
To make oppression recoil in terror, and religion blind;
Like the joyful, novel, and love-filled strains of music,
To break the curtain of time and space,
And in the hope and expectation of a better future,
And in the hope and expectation of a better future,
And in the hope and expectation of a better future,
And in the hope that the world will never be the same,
To be the same as it was then.
Flying in the heights where expectations have not yet reached!
Like the ocean feeding the river, the clouds and the rain,
Like the sun lighting up the heavenly court, like the great cosmic spirit
With life, with love making the chaotic world everlasting,
Athens refreshing the earth with your joy.
Seven
"And then Rome was born, and like a young wolf nursed the priestess of
Gademus, sucked the great milk from your wonderful breasts
and shared the nourishment of heaven with your favorite
young children who were not yet weaned;
many horrible and just causes, thanks to your favor,
acquired a sacred position and dignity;
and many a horrific cause, thanks to your favor,
were given a sacred position and dignity;
and the world was renewed with your joy. Sacred status and dignity;
Bathed in your smile, by your side,
Camilla lived a holy life, Atiliu died a stoic death.
And when tears stained your white chastity,
and gold desecrated your throne on Capitoline Hill,
then with the lightness and swiftness of a divine feather,
you forsook the senate of the lords,
who had been the humble slaves of one lord.
Mount Palatine mimics with sighs the songs of Ionia,
and you have stayed to listen to it, but denied with a sad voice that it belonged to you.
Eight
"From what pine-covered corner of the Arctic Ocean,
from what frozen mountain or pass by the Caspian Sea,
from what distant island, inaccessible to all men,
thou didst utter a sad lament for the fall of thine kingdom,
teaching the thickets, the waves, the rocks and reefs of the desert
and the water-gods of each of them.And every chilly urn of the water-gods,
To speak with pathos, but with a very firm echo
Of the solemn and sublime legacy of antiquity, which men have dared to forget?
For thou hast neither heeded the magical sheep in the dreams of the Norse poets,
nor hast thou appeared in the sleep of the Celtic wizards,
and what harm is there in sweeping through thy tousled curls like rain-fallen tears
which dry up in a moment?
For when the serpent of Galilee crawls from the Dead Sea to slaughter, to burn,
to reduce thy world to a blur of shapes,
thou weepest not, though thou lamentest in pain.
Nine
"For a whole thousand years the earth cried out, 'Where are you?'
And then it was that your belated shadow fell upon the head of
Saxon Everett, adorned with an olive-branch circle;
on the many castles where warriors had gathered.
They rise like a hillock embraced by fire from the bottom of the sea,
in holy Italy,
with lofty towers and grandeur,
and a sea of kings, bishops, and slaves,
and tyrannies of all sorts come raging from every side,
and meet their walls like feeble
And novel tunes from the depths of the human spirit
have dazzled the motley multitude with love and unassailable majesty
; and immortal art
has traced out the patterns of our homes with its magical wands,
so as to build up on earth a permanent temple in the kingdom of heaven.
Ten
"Thou, O huntsman more athletic than the moon god! O thou
The plague of the jackals of the world! The sharp arrows in thy pouch
are like sunlight that can shoot through the misbehavior that has the storm for wings,
just as the bright light of day can shoot through a sheet of puffy cloud that is beginning to fall apart and dilute the calm east
!
Luther understood your summoning gaze,
which reflected like lightning from his heavy spear
in all directions, and dissolved the illusory illusions that had bewildered the peoples like graves;
England's prophets hailed you with their unending
yet never-ending song,
like hailing themselves. >
Like a queen who hails her own! Nor did thy form
avoid the vision of Milton's spirit:
In sadness, showing a melancholy face,
Through his blackness, saw thee walk.
One by one
"Though less than the hour of waiting, and earnest and eager years,
as if they stood on a hillock at the first light of dawn,
and paused on their feet to silence noisy hopes and cares,
each outnumbering the other by their multitude,
and crying out with a loud voice, 'Freedom! Anger,
Answers mercy from her cave,
Death blushes in the grave,
And desolation trumpets to the destroyer, Help! When thou
riseest like the sun that shrouds itself for its own glory,
from nation to nation, from one side to the other,
like the driving away of dark shadows, chasing thy enemies;
as if above the raging waves of the West
daylight tears the midnight heavens of sleep,
and men are suddenly awakened by the electricity of thine unfamiliar eyes ,
stumbling forward with surprise.
One or two
"Thou, O heaven on earth! What charm,
had been able to blind thee with ominous shadows?
A thousand years from the dung of oppression's nest,
The blood and tears that stained thy crystal brightness,
Till thy wonderful cluster of stars were able to cry the stain away;
How like the bloodthirsty drunkard -----
Destroying slave with the king's wat in his hand,
Descended from the foolish bishop's crown on his head, in the Gloomy brewing period,
Siege France! At this time, similar to them
but stronger, by virtue of your bewitched prowess,
a tyrant rose, so that armies and armies mingled,
and seemed to pile upon each other like the dark clouds that obscure the serene heavens.
Though, compelled by the past, he has fallen asleep with the dead,
but the ghosts of those who could not hope to live,
still frighten the victorious kings of the old castle.
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"England sleeps still: has no one ever called upon her?
Now Spain calls to her, like Vesuvius
To wake Etna with sharp thunder,
Its answer shatters the snowy cliffs:
On the shimmering sea, from Pisecusa
To Pelerus, every Greek isle of the sea
Joyfully leaps and shines far and wide in chorus of rays:
They shout and leap. p>They cry out, 'Extinguish, the bright lights of heaven that hang high in the topsy-turvy air!'
Her chains are threads of gold, which melt away at her smile,
and Spain's are steel,
which must be shattered with the sharp file of the most good and justice.
The twins of the same destiny, go to the West,
To the eternal age that reigns over us in the vast West;
With all that you have thought and done, as with a seal,
With all that time dares not hide, imprinted on our hearts.
I.iv
"The tomb of Amenius! Hold thy dead man aloft,
May his soul, like the flags of the sentinel, flutter,
Fluttering in the wind over the tyrant's head;
O Teuton, deceived for the monarch,
Madman, who drank bitterly of the mystic wine of truth,
His epitaph should be thy victory!
His dead spirit is living in your body.
Why should we expect and worry? You are already free!
Thou, O lost paradise of this light-melting divine world!
Thou, barren earth where flowers bloom!
Thou, island of eternity! Thou, altar again,
where desolation is clothed in beauty,
worshipping thee of yesterday! Oh, Italy,
pump up your blood! Drive out the beasts that have made your
sacred temple their lair.
One-five
"O may the free man tread the evil name of the King
into the dung! Or may it be written right there,
let the stain on this chapter of honor have the appearance of a serpentine relic,
let the light winds wipe it away, and the flat sands obliterate it!
You, who have heard the solemn and wise oracle:
raise the sword that shines with the light of victory
cut the serpentine knot of this corrupt and wicked word
which in itself, though powerless
as weak as a stubble, can
knit together the clubs and battle-axes that have shocked mankind
into a powerful aggregate, which can be recognized as a strong and undefined body, and which can be used as an instrument of war. recognizable refutation is a powerful assemblage:
Its very voice is poisonous and causes epidemics,
which are the pathogens that corrupt, defile, and abominate life,
and thou shouldst not disdain to tread down this unwillingly perishing worm with thy
armed heel at the destined hour.
I.6
"O, may the wise men, with their radiant minds,
light the bright lamps of this dome of the shadowy world,
in order to make the pale and gloomy name of Clergyman
---- demonic folly of the arrogance of mankind,
retreat back to its lair in hell:
until mankind's Thoughts may at last
Kneel alone before the throne of their own fearless soul
That supreme Reason to hear the Judge;
Like glittering droplets rising from a clear lake
Forming clouds that veil the blue visage of the heavens,
And words from the mind often blur the thought,
O, strip away the veil that hides
And all the lights, colors, sorrows, and smiles that are not theirs,
Until the true and the false are naked before their God,
And receive the share of praise and blame that each of them deserves.
17
"Someone once taught mankind to conquer
anything on its way from the cradle to the grave,
and he honored mankind as the God of life,
and wow, that didn't help either! Suppose
he heartily embraces oppression and is willing to be a slave.
Even if the earth were rich in produce,
and could clothe and feed billions,
and thought breed strength, as the seed of the tree breeds the tree;
even if the ardent craft flapped its plumes of flame,
and flew to the throne of nature to plead on its behalf,
and tugged at the great mother who stooped down and was held up,
and prayed to her : 'Give me, give thy children,
the full power over heaven and earth', and what then?
If life creates new poverty, and the laboring people have an income,
it is taken away a thousandfold from the gifts and riches given by thee and the Craft!
One-eight
"Come, but, as Enlightenment summons the Sun
to rise out of the ocean of dawn, so guide Wisdom
out of the inner heart of the human spirit to the depths.
I have listened to her carriage, with its gleaming banners turning over,
like colorful clouds harnessed to fireworks sailing through the air;
has she, and you ---- Masters of Eternal Thought,
come to adjudicate this ill-distributed arrangement of life with the solemn truth
of the truth?
Universal love, equal justice,
Hope for the future, honor for the past!
Oh, freedom! If this could be thy name,
Wouldst thou be free from them, and they from thee;
If thy treasures and theirs could be purchased with tears of blood,
Have not the wise and free men shed tears and tears like blood?" ---- The solemn song
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was here interrupted, and the singing spirit
suddenly returned to its depths;
and so, like a wild swan that was meeting the dawn
through the thunder-smoke, and following its own course,
flying high in the air, when it was struck by a sudden flash of electric fire,
it fell through the golden light, and crashed to the The ground,
The ground gave a dull reverberation;
Like a summer cloud unloading its full load of rain and vanishing into thin air,
Like a far-off candle extinguished with the end of the night,
Like a short-lived insect dying with the passing day,----
My song has ceased due to the feebleness of its wings,
the greatness of the greatness that once supported it in its flight. The echoes of the voice
Fade away over the distance, like the waters that have just paved the way for the swimmer
Have drowned him in the surging and undulating waves,
Sizzling around the drowned head.
Early 1820