"ode to the west wind" original:
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Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You, from your invisible existence, the leaves die.
Driven, like a ghost running away from a magician,
4 yellow, black, pale, excited red,
People with epidemic plague: Oh, you,
Who rides in their dark winter bed?
7 winged seeds, they lie cold and low,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn sounded on the dreamy land, full of.
1 1 (driving sweet buds to feed in the air like sheep)
12 plains and hills with vivid colors and smells:
13 wild spirit, which art is everywhere;
14 destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
two
15 Whose stream are you on, amid the turmoil in the steep sky,
16 loose clouds like rotten leaves on the earth are falling off.
17 Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
18 rain angel and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue sea,
Like bright hair raised from the head.
2 1 Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge.
The height from the horizon of 22 to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
24-year-old dying year, this closing night
25 will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength
27% steam, solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
Roman numeral 3
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
3 1 hypnotized by the coil of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the stormy day,
All of them are covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
36 is so sweet that it blurs the feeling of imagining them! you
Whose roads are powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
38 split into cracks, and the bottom is far away.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away
There are no sap leaves in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, suddenly pale with fear,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
Intravenously injected
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you;
A wave breathes under your strength, share it.
The impulse of your strength is only less freedom.
47 is more than you, oh, uncontrollable! If even
I was in my youth, maybe.
49 your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when did you overtake your speed?
5 1 scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
In this way, I pray with you in my desperate need.
Oh, lift me up like a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy chain of time has been bent.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
V
Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From the deep autumn colors,
6 1 Although sad, it is sweet. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!
65, through the spell of this poem,
Scattered, such as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words on earth!
Through my lips, I reach the awakening land.
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Translation:
1
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
2
When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
four
Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
five
Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! West wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?