Chapter 32 tribute to apollo

tribute to apollo 1 sleepless hours, when I sleep, Fanned hasty dreams from my eyes; And let the star-studded veil be a curtain, That the moonlight should not trouble my eyes,-- When dawn, mother of hours, declares night dreams Gone with the moon, every moment shakes me awake. 2 So I arose and ascended to the blue sky, Began to wander along the hills and waves, My robes are thrown on the foam of the sea; My steps spread fire to the clouds, the cave Filled with my radiant being, and the mist Get out of the way and let me embrace the green earth. 3 The light is my arrow, with it I shoot

The "deceit" that loves the night and fears the day, Anyone who does evil or intends to do evil all escape me; with my brilliant light Kindness and righteousness are alive, Till the night reigned and weakened them. 4 I feed the flowers with atmospheric colors, Rainbow and cloud; in the eternal garden, The moon and the pure stars are wrapped in My spirit seems to be wrapped in a dress; Between heaven and earth, no matter what kind of lamp lights up, That light is one, must be a part of me. 5 At noon, I stand in the sky, From now on I will take reluctant steps Down into the evening clouds of the Atlantic;

See me go, the clouds will frown and cry: I will comfort it from the western islands, At that time, who can smile more charmingly than me? 6 I am the eyes of the universe, it depends on me sees itself, recognizes its holiness; The harmony of all instruments or verses, All prophecy, all medicine, all light (Whether natural or artistic) is mine, Victory and praise are due to my song. 1820 Translated by Cha Liangzheng