Chapter 29 to the lark

to the skylark ① Long life to you, happy elf! Who said you were a bird? From heaven, or near it, Pour out your whole heart, Without pondering, it makes a rich musical sound. You jumped up from the ground, Fly up and fly, Like a cloud of fire, in the blue sky Spread your wings flat, You keep singing and flying, and flying and singing. The sinking sunset released the light of the golden lightning, among the bright clouds You float and fly, Like formless joy, the journey has just begun. that lilac dusk Melted with your soaring, As in the daytime sky, a star sank, Though you do not see, I can hear your joy:

Clear and sharp as the morning star Shooting out a thousand strands of silver splendor, Although in the clear morning light Its light dwindles, It shrinks until it is invisible, but you can still vaguely feel it. the whole earth and sky All resonate with your song, As in the bright night, from a lonely cloud, The moon shed its brilliance, and the brilliance filled the sky. we don't know what you are; What most resembles you? Drops of rain from the clouds of the rainbow, The raindrops are bright, But how can it compare with the piece of sound left by you? as if a poet lived in

In the light of thought, He held his head high and sang, making the world From indifference to emotion, Feel the hopes and fears and praises he sings; She looks like a famous girl Sitting alone in a tall building, In order to relax the lingering mood, in a moment of silence Fill her pavilion with sweet music; Like golden fireflies, In the dewy valley, diffuses its light light everywhere In the flowers, in the meadows, And the flowers and plants cover it, without gratitude; Like a rose hidden in In its own green leaves, A gust of warm wind comes to invade, And at last its fragrance

To stun the scent-stealer with too much sweetness: Whether it is the torrential rain in spring to the shining grass, Or the rain awakens the flowers, whatever can be called How can bright and joyful music compare to your song? Whether it's a bird or an elf, let's say: what is your mind I never heard about love or praise for wine, Burst out a string of ecstasy as holy as you are. Whether it is the triumphant song Or the wedding chorus, If compared to your song, like all empty exaggeration, Oh, there always feels that something is not as expected. what makes you The source of the song of joy?

What field, wave or mountain? What sky or plain? Is it love for peers?Still indifferent to pain? With your freshness and joy Who gets tired? The shadow of depression never near to you; You are in love, but you don't know that love can destroy fullness. Whether asleep or awake, about death You must be better than people imagine more real and deep, Otherwise, how could your song flow so crystal clear? We are always looking ahead and looking back, longing for things that are not there; Our most sincere smile is also filled with some kind of pain for us The sweetest singing voice is the one that can confide the most sincere feelings.

However, if we get rid of hatred, pride and fear; If we were born not weep or weep, Then how can we feel your joy? Oh, for poets, your song Harmony over all The rhythm formed is also better than the teachings of the book, You are so rich, you despise the creatures of the earth! just bring the joy you know Teach half to sing with me, flow from my lips A harmonious frenzy, The world will listen to me as I listen to you. 1820 Translated by Cha Liangzheng ①Skylark, a yellow-brown bird, builds a nest on the ground, rises to high altitude in the morning, enters It returns at night and has the habit of singing while flying. "To the Skylark" is Shelley's lyric poem

treasures.The skylark was once a subject often sung by British poets in the nineteenth century. Twenty-two years older than Shelley, the predecessor poet Wordsworth, who was already well-known at the time, also There have been similar works, and I am astonished when I read this poem by Shelley.shelley in In this poem, while vividly depicting the skylark with his unique artistic conception, He also wrote his own spiritual realm, aesthetic ideals and artistic ideals with full passion. technical ambitions.The language is also concise, crisp, accurate and musical.