Chapter 3 to ireland

to ireland 1 You remember, Ayrin!on the island of your humiliation Summer too once smiled on a green night, The wind is swaying the grain fields, while passing by The whirling and heaving waves of your seas! You are a tree that brings abundance, peace and beauty Hidden by the dear waters of the Atlantic, But now, the flowers have been carved, The leaves that cast the shadow are withered; I saw cold hands picking its dry fruit, The cold air made the roots of the trees shrivel up. 2 Alyn, I can Standing on your shore, counting the coming The waves crashing on the sand, Each wave is like a "time" giant holding

An ax keeps breaking the bottom boundary of "eternity"; March on, giant, go on conquering; forever March alone!under your silent steps How many countries have been destroyed, and in those thousands of years Pyramids that defy wind, frost and thunder, It has also turned into nothingness under your footsteps. And the King, who alone shines, Is nothing but moss that lives a day in winter, With one single step you turn him to dust. You are invincible, time; everything Concession to you, except "a firm will to do good"— The divine sympathy of the heart: only it It began before you and exists after you.

1812 Translated by Cha Liangzheng