Chapter 36 35
"...but whenever I approach
Her beauty, she looks perfect,
She's perfect in her own right, and very self-aware
Zhiming thinks that whatever she wants to do and say
All seem wisest, ablest, prudent, superior:
All higher knowledge is compared to her
dwarfed; wisdom speaks to her more frightened
Bewildered, ashamed, and extremely clumsy;
Authority and reason are only worthy of her squire,
was originally intended, not later made
Appropriate to the occasion; and even more consummate
All greatness and nobility of mind are built in her
Extraordinary and delicate charm, there are groups around her
Awe, like an angel's sentry.
no more talking about god or heavenly beings
Treat people like friends, used to
Lovingly unrestrained to sit down and share
country taste while allowing him to
Talk heart-to-heart without condemnation.I must now
The way to turn the tone into pathos: in man,
A sinister suspicion arises, a fraudulent suspicion arises,
Not only treachery, but transgression; by God,
Now I am alienated from people, I don’t get close to them, I don’t like them,
Angry, sternly condemned, and condemned,
This brings a world of misery to the world:
The theme of this heroic poem since the beginning
I am very interested, but I choose the materials early and start late;
I'm not good at rendering single-mindedly by nature
war, which hitherto was considered heroic
The only theme, mainly concerned with the application
Long and cumbersome text havoc, depicting
Detail of a samurai in a fictional battle (the nobler
Perseverance and heroic devotion did not
chants), or of races and games,
Or the garb of the tournament, the shield of painted flowers
Strange marks, horse-dresses and steeds,
Kilts and embellishments, contests
A samurai more splendid than a spear; then a servant
And the deacons made a big feast above the hall:
Manners, mere rituals do not
worthy of the title of hero
personal and psalm, I, for these
Not proficient, not proficient, but has a more noble subject
Waiting, itself is qualified to give that title
Brighten up, unless it's too late, or the weather
Cold, or age, make me depressed
soaring; if it depends on me, not on her every night
Singing in my ear, that's likely to be the case.