Chapter 54 Adonis

Adonis 1 I cry for Adonis - he's dead! Oh, weep for him!Although our teardrops Can't melt the frost that freezes his forehead! And you, melancholy moments, picked out by the years to bear our loss; to your peers Teach your sorrow: you should say: "Adonis Died with me; if the Future dared not— Forget the 'past', his fate and fame must be A ray of light, an echo, added to eternity! 2 Great mother, where were you then, When your son falls, for the arrow that flies from the dark shot through?Oh, when Adoni passed away, Where is poor Urania?she is closing her eyes

Sitting in heaven, and amidst echoes, She heard an echo and trembled softly Reawakens all lost notes; It is with this that he beautifies the assault of death, It is like the flowers on the grave to cover the corpses below. 3 Oh, cry for Adonis - he's dead! Awake, mournful mother, wake up and mourn! But what's the use?still put your tears Dry in the fiery eye sockets and make your wail heart Like his heart, silently and uncomplainingly rest; For he is dead and gone to all good things where he went; oh, think not that lustful hell And surrender him to the realm of life; Death eats his silence and laughs at our weeping.

4 O most touching mourner, weep again! Mourn again, Urania! --he died! He, creator of an immortal movement, Blind, old, lonely, for the glory of his country Smothered by priests, slaves, and liberty all evils enshrined in lust and blood trampled and slandered; he went, to the depths of death Fearless; but his bright soul Still high above the world; he is the third of the Son of Radiance. v5 Most touching mourner, cry again! Not everyone dares climb that glorious position; Whoever can be complacent in the dark night of time Blessed, for, though the sun is gone, Their candles burn; others

the exalted person, the wrath of being envied by men or gods What was struck down, perishes in its glorious prime; Some are still alive, trekking the thorny road, Work hard and work hard, and move towards a quiet residence with a good name. 6 And now, your youngest and dearest son is dead— He was your adopted son when you were widowed, he seems Pale flowers dear to mournful maidens, Nourished by true tears, not by dew; O most touching mourner, cry again! Thy last, dearest hope is in vain; He is a flower whose petals have not yet opened was cold, and died without bearing fruit; The lily is broken—and the storm is calmed.

7 He has gone to the noble capital, where Majestic Death is presiding over his court In beauty and incompleteness.he breathes the purest In exchange for the tomb of an immortal. Come and weep, while his body is good Lying beneath the blue skies of Italy, Quietly, as if condensed dew sleeps, Don't wake him up!He must leave all worries behind, He is enjoying his deep and quiet An Tian. 8 He won't wake up, oh, never wake up again! In that dim mortuary, quickly laid Pale shadow of death, and at the door Invisible Rot is watching, waiting to guide him The last step to her dark dwelling:

The witch "hunger" sits and waits, but "mercy" and "awe" Diluted her lust; barring impermanence and darkness Draw down the veil of death over his sleep, Otherwise, how dare she tear up such a beautiful captive? 9 Oh, cry for Adoni! — bright dreams, Messenger of thought with passion as wings, These are his herds, in his young mind be fed by the thriving springs, and gain Love, the music of his soul; but now No longer wanders among excited minds; They shrank in their birthplace, surrounded by chilled hearts Since the pain of life, because after the pain of sweet birth,

They no longer gain strength, and forever lose the tenderness of home. 10 There was a dream still clung to his cold head, And kept fanning him with moonlight wings, shouting: "Our love, our hopes, our sorrows, are not dead; look at the lashes of his dull eyes Is raising a tear, like dew on a sleeping petal, This must be a dream left in his mind. " O wretched angel whose heaven has fallen! Little did she know that it was her own tears; she finally Disappeared, like a cloud crying dry tears and rain, leaving no trace. 11 Another dream with a glass of crystal dew Washed his limbs like a perfumed ointment;

Another dream cut her fluffy curls Woven a wreath for him to wear on his head, Wreaths glisten with frozen tears instead of pearls; There is another dream too sad, determined to break Her bow and arrow, as if to use this lighter loss, to choke her grief; and to ease The fire on the arrow put the arrow on his ice cheek. 12 A glorious dream rests on his lips, From that mouth, every breath she usually takes? will gain strength, and thus pierce prejudice and enter the heart of the hearer With music and lightning: but dank death Has turned her kisses on his lips to ice; Oh, it seems that in the condensation of the cold night, the moonlight

Pale rings of fog suddenly illuminated by meteors, She flowed over his pale limbs, then faded away. 13 There are other illusions... "desire" and "faith", Winged Faith and Veiled Destiny, splendor and gloom, and "hope" and "fear" Glittering personifications, and shadowy shapes; And "sorrow," with her family "sigh," And "joy," clouded by tears, not eyes It was a dying smile that led her here— All this in a splendid array of phantoms, Like the fog on the brook in autumn, it moves slowly. 14 All that he loved, and thought:

Beautiful sounds, shapes, scents, colors, Come to mourn Adoni. "Morning" is going her eastern watchtower, her hair let loose (It is studded with untouched dewdrops), Darkened the eyes of the sky that shines on the day; In the distance, gloomy thunder is moaning; The dark sea cannot sleep peacefully, And the wind swirled around, whimpering in panic. 15 The melancholy "echo" sits in the silent mountain, Feeds her grief with songs still remembered, She answered no more to the wind, nor to the fountain, nor answer the shepherd's horn, nor the evening bell, Or the love of birds on green branches;

Because she can't learn his song anymore, the song She cherishes her more than the words of that beautiful boy (It was his contempt that dimmed her), Therefore, if the woodcutter does not compose songs, he only hears mournful chants. 16 Crazed with grief, young Spring she throws Her brilliant buds, as if she were autumn, Or the bud is withered; for oh, she has Lost joy, why wake up this gloomy year? How could Hyacinth love Apollo so much? How has Narcissus ever loved herself, like now love you so much?they are dark and dry Standing among their youthful and despondent companions, The dewdrops turn into tears, and the fragrance turns into pity. 17 Your soul's sister, the lonely nightingale Never mourned her mate so bitterly; Who can soar through space like you, And nourished with vigor in the territory of the sun The falcon of the strong young, though circling Her empty-nest flying and howling, never Mourn you like Albian: curse, Who stabbed your pure heart, Scare away the guests among them, you angelic spirit! 18 Oh, how sad I am!Winter comes and goes, But sorrow comes with the seasons; The breeze and the running water sang cheerful tunes again; Ants, bees and swallows walk among the world again; New flowers and leaves adorn the graves of the seasons; Birds in love mate on every branch, And built a green nest among the thorns in the field; Green earthworms and golden snakes like flames Waking up from a lethargic sleep, they all ran outside. 19 From the heart of the earth, the vigorous stream of life Flows through woods, rivers, fields, mountains and seas, As if from the beginning of the universe, God came down After chaos, life brings movement and impermanence Flows all around; countless lamps of heaven Submerged in the waves of life, flashing softer; All lowly things are full of life longing, They want to radiate themselves, to spend in love The beauty and joy that the revived energy gave them. 20 Rotting corpses touch this spring air? Then spread out into flowers, exhaling soft breath; And when the sunlight turns into fragrance, these flowers There are stars like the earth, burning death brightly, And laugh at the maggots that wriggle and jubilate in the earth; Everything dies and rises again.Is it only the human mind To be destroyed by invisible lightning, like a sword Instead, it was destroyed before the scabbard?Oh, only one shine, Fiery atoms melt away in cold silence. 21 well!We love everything about him, if not Because of our sorrow, as if never existed, And how can sorrow last forever?Oh, what a pain! Where do we come from?Why was it born?to be on this stage As an actor or audience of what play?No matter how high or low, Everything borrowed by life must be given back to death. As soon as the sky is blue and the fields green, Evening begets night, and night begets morning, The moon and the moon change sadly, and one year wakes up the sadness of another year. 22 He will not wake up, alas, never again! "Wake up," cried Misery, "bereaved mother, Wake up from a dream!with tears and sighs Shufa your deep heart that is more painful than his. " All visions that accompany the eyes of Urania, Everything turned out to be listening to their sister's singing And the silent "echoes" now shout: "Wake up!" Like thought suddenly stung by the snake of memory, The pale "Brilliant" suddenly woke up from Wen Xiang's dream. 23 She got up, like an autumn night leaping from the east—— Oh, the gloomy and mournful autumn night, taking over golden day, for the day has begun Wings of eternity, like a soul out of its body, turned the earth into dead bones.sadness and fear So struck and shook the heart of Urania, Surrounding her with such misery, is it like a cloud? The clouds of the storm only urge her to fly, Run to the tomb where Adonis rests quietly. 24 She ran from the quiet heaven, ran over tents and cities of steel and stone, Running through the human heart, this heart, to her The light footsteps are not soft, but stinging Her shapeless, soft soles; she also ran prickly tongue, and prickly thought, They could not stop her, but pierced her, Then like the tears of May, her holy blood flowed, Spread eternal flowers on humble roads. 25 In that morgue, for a moment, death Ashamed of beholding this divine vigor, blushing so embarrassingly; so Adoni It seems to be breathing again, the faint brilliance of life flashed his limbs, oh, this was not long ago A limb she loves so much.cried Urania: "Don't leave me, don't make me sad and mad, Like the night left behind by lightning! " her cry Waking up death, death laughed and let her embrace. 26 "Wait a minute! Say one more word to me; Kiss me as long as a kiss will allow; That word, that kiss, will be in my empty heart and fiery brains outliving all, Sad memories will be their food; O memory, now that you are dead, Like a part of you, Adonis!I am willing Give up my life and everything, to walk with you! But I am locked in the flow of time, how can I escape from it! 27 "O beautiful child! You are so gentle, Why have you left the world's familiar paths too soon, With your big heart but weak hands To tease the hungry demon dragon in the lair? Since you are defenseless, where is Your mirror shield 'wisdom', and your spear 'contempt'? If you can wait patiently for your heart Like a crescent moon that gradually fills up and completes its orbit, Then the demons of the wilderness of life will see you and flee. 28 "The pack of wolves only dares to pursue the weak; The wicked raven croaks only to dead bodies; The falcon is loyal only to the victor's banner, They only dare to harass where the 'destroyed' stepped, And from their wings scattered the pestilence; oh, behold, As long as the Apollo of this age with his golden bow Shoot an arrow with a smile, the band of robbers Just fled away, not only did not dare to be fierce again, And all flattered that stepped on their heels. 29 "When the sun rises, how many insects lay their eggs; When he sinks, the insects that live and die and sank into death in droves, never to rise again, Only the immortal constellations reawaken; It is the same in the world of life: When a holy mind soars, its joy Makes the earth bright and the sky pale; and when it sinks, the one that shares or obscures its splendor Then die, leaving behind the dark night of the spirit to wait for the superstar to illuminate. 30 She had just finished speaking when some shepherd boys from the mountains came, Their wreaths are withered, and their gowns are torn; First the Wanderer of Heaven, whose fame Falling over his head like heaven, Oh, an early, yet enduring inscription,— He came, and the splendor of his song was eclipsed In mourning; Ireland from her country Sent her most eloquent singer of pleas, And "love" made "sorrow" fall from his tongue like a musical note. 31 Among the lesser known comers was a Weak as a ghost; he walks alone, Like the last cloud when the storm is about to die, Ray was his death knell; he seemed weary Behold the beauty of nature like Actaeon, Now he is lost, he gallops wearily The wilderness of the world, for on the rough road He is following his own thoughts, as A pack of hounds, he was their father and captive. 32 A leopard-like elf, beautiful, swift— It is a seemingly "desperate" love, - a kind of divine power, The whole body is covered with "fragility", he can't Take up the burden of "moment" that is on your head; He is the burning lamp, the shower that has fallen, He is the broken spray, speaking now Is it not already broken?the deadly sun smiles Sunning withered flowers; life is bloody Burned cheeks, but the heart may have been broken. 33 He has an overblown pansy in his head And faded, blue and white violets, He held a wooden stick in his hand with a cypress branch on top, Wrapped with black ivy boughs, Still dripping the dew of the woods at noon; The stick trembled because the beating heart shaking his feeble hands; the mourner was the last to come, mourning alone, Like a stray stag, struck by the hunter's arrows. 34 All stood apart to hear his painful Moaning, all laughing with tears, for they know, He sings new sorrows in foreign tongues, Might as well take advantage of other people's misfortune to mourn His own; Urania saw the visitor's Fengcai murmured, "Who are you?" But he remained silent, With only his hand, he suddenly lifted the pansy, revealing The branded and scalded brow coagulated with blood, Looks like Cain or Christ—oh, I hope so! 35 Whose soft voice mourns the dead? Who covered his forehead with a black cloak? Whose shadow is facing the white corpse bed Bent down gloomy, as silent as a tombstone? His heavy heart was too sad to make a sound. Since he has come, he, most refined wise man, Taught, loved, comforted, and praised the dead, How can I break again with an abrupt sigh The silence of the rites that his heart has arranged for the dead. 36 Our Adonis drank poison - oh! What deaf murderer is cruel A dose of misfortune to the cup of youthful life? Now the nameless maggot would deny His own guilt, for even he felt That music from the very beginning made envy and evil (Besides growling in one heart) It's all silent, people just want to listen to beautiful songs, Oh, but the playing hand is cold, and the golden harp is broken! 37 Live on, slander won't change your reputation! live!Don't be afraid that I will give you a heavier reprimand, O you, nameless black spot on the immortal name! But you must know: you are spreading the disaster! Every opportunity that comes your way, at your will Spit out the venom, let those fangs bite you all over: Regret and inferiority will follow you closely, Shame will burn on your secret brow, You'll be shaking like a underdog - just like today. 38 Why should we be for the ones we love Grief away from the carrion kites of the world? He has swam and slept with the eternal ancients, How can you fly to the place where he rests? —— Let the dust return to dust!but pure spirit To the source of the brilliance from which it came; As a grain of eternity, it will transcend time and impermanence, eternally shining, eternally constant, And your cold ashes will be heaped by the hearth of shame. 39 Oh, shut up, shut up!He neither died nor slept, He is but awakened from the dream of life; It is we, infatuated with fantasies of ecstasy, With useless quarrels with phantoms, We have been intoxicated with the sharp edge of the spirit To pierce that which cannot be hurt.we like The corpses in the mortuary are corroding, being Tormented by fear and sorrow, cold hope Crowded in our clay bodies like maggots. 40 He flew over our night shadows, Envy and slander, hatred and pain, and The uneasiness that people mistakenly call "pleasure," I can't touch him anymore, it makes him uncomfortable. He will no longer be gradually corrupted by the troubled times Contaminated, will no longer lament and mourn The chilling of a heart, or the multiplication of a horse's teeth; Still less, when the spirit itself ceases to burn, Pour the ashes back into the urn that no one regrets. 41 No, he lives and wakes,--the dead are only "illusions", Do not mourn for Adonis.young morning, Let your dew turn to light, for The spirit you mourned did not fade away; Caverns and forests, do not moan! Stop, thy swooning flowers and fountains; and space, Why cover your shawl like a mourning veil On the land of unhappiness?Let it be clear, Even to the joyful stars that mock the earth! 42 He is one with nature: in her music, From thunder's neighing to nightingale's melody, could hear his voice; he became A being, in light and dark, in the grass and rocks, can be felt; in every force of nature Wherever he moves, he expands (she has taken his life into hers), She rules the world with love that never tires, Support it from below, and set fire to its sky. 43 He was originally a part of "beauty", and this "beauty" was ever more lovable embodied by him; he did Received one's own share from the Universal Spirit (The spirit sweeps across the dreary, stupid world, forcing all things to inherit their respective forms, Though unwilling dross prevents it from flying, It will eventually turn from chaos into the proper pattern; In the end, it will give all its beauty and power From man, beast, vegetation, leaps to the light of heaven). 44 In the firmament of time, the bright stars may be darkened, but never die; Like the sun and the moon, they rise to their proper height, And death is but a dull fog that covers But that light cannot be erased.when young at heart Raised from the bottom of human desire by the sublime mind, Let the love and life of the world for the doomed Destiny fights, at this time, the dead are Gaoling Above the dark and violent clouds, it seemed like light was flowing. 45 Far away, in that formless realm, heirs of some half-wasted reputation, who from Built on thrones beyond human thought stood up.Chatterton - the face is not faded That majestic pain; Sidney, like him In battle, in injury, in life and in love Serious and gentle: O, a pure spirit, Rise up; and Rugan, to whom death praised: They got up, "Ji Mi" seemed to be reprimanded, and retreated to the side. 46 And many others (though nameless in the world, But as long as the flames caused by sparks last, Their talents will be passed on and will not die) Shining with eternal brilliance, stood up. "You are one of us," they cried: "It's for you, the constellation that no one rules Spinning long in the dark, without a god; Look!It alone is silent in the harmony of heaven. Our Chang Geng, come, ascend your flying throne! " 47 Who else is crying for Adoni?oh come on To recognize him, to recognize yourself, infatuated person! Thy heart may embrace the suspended earth, And put the light of your spirit on you shoot to the sky till it makes its great light Filling the immensity of space: then, retreat To the point of our world's day and night; Be open-minded, or you'll be in jeopardy, In case hope kindles hope and leads you to the brink of the precipice. 48 Or go to Rome, oh, the cemetery It is not he who is buried, but our joy: We go to mourn, not because of that buried in Ages, religions, and empires in their own ruins; For a poet like him need not Destroyer of the world borrows immortal honor, He is already among the kings of thought, They all fought against the wind of the times, Of the things that pass away, they are the only ones that don't pass away! 49 Go to Rome,—there is heaven, And graveyards, and cities, and woodlands, and wastelands, Where towering mountains cleft with ancient signs, There are flowering weeds, and fragrant groves On the bare bones of the ruins; Go, let the spirit of that place lead Your steps walk a sloping green path, There, like a baby's smile, bright flowers is spreading around the meadow, covering the dead; 50 The gray walls all around are carved, and the silent time eating at it like a smoldering fire on rotten wood; A pyramidal mausoleum stands majestically, Like a flame turned into marble, shaded The ashes of an ancient man who chose This place is his evergreen place; Below is a field where the late comers, Throw their tent of death under the clear sky, Greeting the one we've lost, just breathless. 51 Stand here: these tombs are still new, The sorrow that puts the bones in the grave retains its air; but if This vibe is gone, please don't open it here A fountain of tears for a sad heart!otherwise, When you get home, you'll find your own heart There were also bitter tears.In the darkness of the grave, please, To find the shade that the cold winds of the world cannot blow. Adoni has already gone, why should we be afraid? 52 "One" exists forever, "many" changes and passes away, The light of heaven is everlasting, but the shadows of the earth are everlasting; Like a roof of stained glass, life Defiled the white light of eternity with its color, until death crushes it. —die, If you want to be with whoever you seek! To the place where all things flow!Rome sky, Flowers, ruins, stone elephants, music, words, not enough Explain the glorious truth which it all expresses. 53 O my heart, why hesitate, step back, shrink back? Thy hope is gone; in all the things of this world Never see it again; you should follow now! From the cycle of the seasons, from the hearts of men and women, A splendor has faded; the cherished It only invites conflict, and when it is rejected, it makes people sluggish. The soft sky is smiling, the wind is whispering: That's Adoni calling!oh go away Since "death" can bring people together, why let "life" separate them! 54 That light, whose smile is illuminating the whole universe; That beauty in which all things work and move; That blessedness is the curse of life that defiles man that cannot be eliminated; the living love By man and beast, land, sea, and air, Blindly entangled in the web of life: it burns Bright or dark, by those who thirst for the flame of love how reflected it; and now it is upon me, Swallow up the last cloud of cold humanity. 55 The aura of the universe that I call upon in poetry? has come to me; my spiritual boat is tossed, Far from the shore, from the timid crowd— Let me ask: How dare their ships face the storm? I saw the vast land and sky split! In the dark, fearful, far away I drift; And at this time, the soul of Atong Ni, brilliantly Through heaven's interior, bright as stars, Beckoning to me from the abode of the Immortal Spirit. 1821 Translated by Cha Liangzheng