Chapter 7 to byron

to byron Byron!your singing is so sweet And melancholy, teach people to give birth to warmth in the heart, As if Mercy had played the lyre of whispers, When you hear it, remember the scale, make it popular.dark sadness Didn't make you less attractive; On your sorrow you covered A halo made it shine brightly, Like a cloud that covers the full moon, Its edges are rimmed with dazzling gold, The brilliance of amber shines from under the black cannon, It is also like the beautiful veins on the mica stone; Dying swans, sing softly, Sing your stories, your delightful sorrows. 1814

Translated by Cha Liangzheng