"Stab my heart with monotonous melancholy" comes from the famous poem "Autumn Song" by French poet Paul Verlaine
French poet Paul Verlaine (Paul Verlaine 1844- 1896) was the "King of Poets" of French Symbolist poetry. He had a close relationship with Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), who was also the leader of Symbolist poetry. Many of his works, especially some of his excellent works, are not obscure or incomprehensible, but rather bright, lively, fresh and natural, smooth and soothing. Although most of his works are melancholy, they are not decadent. In the art of poetry, Verlaine won a high reputation on the French poetry stage with his rebellious yet traditional poetic style, sad yet not sad poetry. In Verlaine's ethereal, beautiful and far-reaching artistic space, readers are allowed to grasp the confusing and subtle poetic interest, thereby establishing a cordial and indescribable soul-to-soul communication space between readers and Verlaine. induction.
Original text
Chanson d'automne – Paul Verlaine
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l 'automne
Blessent mon coeur
D'une [wf]langueur[/wf]
Monotone.
Tout [wf] suffocant[/wf]
Et [wf]blême[/wf], quand
Sonne l'heure,
Je me souviens
< p>Des jours anciensEt je pleure
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte< /p>
De?à, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
Autumn Song
Paul ·Verlaine
Translated version 1
In Autumn
Crying
Violin
Monotonous
p>In the midst of melancholy
Comfort my heart.
When the bell rang
I was suffocated
and startled
Reminiscent of the old days
>
I cried
In a trance
The wind blew
I flew away
Near and far
Like a
dead leaf.
Translation version two
Autumn
Violin
The long whimper
Used in monotonous < /p>
Melancholy
It hurts my heart.
Suffocated,
pale,
When the bell rang,
I recalled
The old days
I can’t help crying;
I walked towards
This evil wind
The wind blew me
< p>East or WestLike
a dead leaf.
Translation Version 3
The sound of autumn weeps,
The sound of autumn softens,
It is as sad as the long mournful cry of a violin,
Sadness floods my heart.
Autumn colors are dark,
Autumn colors are dark,
Thoughts are lingering with the sound of bells,
My clothes are wet with cold tears.
The autumn wind blows,
The autumn wind chases me,
I am wandering and homeless,
It is like the yellow leaves flying.