1. Poems about Byron

Byron's poems 1. "Lochin Yiga" Go, your gorgeous scenery, your garden of roses! Let the darling of wealth linger in your eyes; Give me back the rock, where there is a snowy sleep, although it still bears the trauma of freedom and love.

However, Gariduni, your mountains are so magnificent: On the top of the snow-white mountain, despite the high sky and strong wind, despite the turbulent waterfalls and no soothing springs, I miss the dark Lokuna. Sigh in anticipation. Oh, my young footsteps wandered there every day. I wore a Scottish hat and a plaid coat, meditating on some long-gone patriarchs in my mind, and strolled through the pine forest-shaded paths; I lingered until the sunset. Replaced by the twinkling of the splendid North Star, because the ancient stories inflamed my imagination, oh, the legends of the dark Lokhunaka mountain people.

"Ah, ghosts of the dead! Didn't I hear your voices, rising in the billowing night wind?" That must be the ghost of the hero, joyfully noisy, riding the long wind, galloping on his plateau In the valley! Near Lokhunaka, whenever the wind and clouds gather, Donghan comes with his ice cart to station: There the clouds swirl around the traces of my ancestors, who lived under the phoenix storm of the dark Lokhuna period. "Unfortunate and brave men! Is there no ill omen that your great cause is forsaken by fate?" Oh, though you were destined to die at Croughton, your fall was not greeted with cheers of victory.

But you are still happy in the eternal sleep of the earth. You and your tribe rest in the Brahma cave; the Scottish bagpipes are singing in the dark mountains, and the Lokhunaga Mountains echo your deeds. Lokhunaga, I have been away from you year after year, how many more years will it take before I set foot on you again! Although nature has not adorned you with green fields and flowers, you are more precious than the plain summer of Albion.

England, from the perspective of a wanderer in the distant mountains, your beauty is too tame and small, making me yearn for the majestic and rough cliffs, the sinister towers of the dark Loch Nagar. 2. "Inscription on a signed memorial album in Malta" Just like a cold tombstone, the name of the deceased frightens the passer-by. When you turn this page, my name will attract your pensive eyes.

Maybe one day, when you look at this book, you will read my name silently. Please remember me as you remember the dead. I believe my heart is buried here. 3. "As long as I restrain myself a little more" As long as I restrain myself a little more, I will be free from the cramps that are tearing my heart apart; after sighing for you and love for the last time, I will go back to my busy life.

I am now happy-go-lucky and good at dawdling, even though this has never pleased me; even though all the pleasures in the world have flown away, what sorrow can make me sad again? Bring me wine, give me a banquet, people are not suitable for a lonely existence; I will be an unintentional wanderer, laugh with everyone, and don't mourn with others. I am not like this in the good days, I would not be like this, if you had not passed away, leaving me alone to live my life, you turned into nothingness - everything also lost its meaning.

My harp dreams of playing and singing gracefully! The smile forced by "sorrow" is like the roses covering the stone tomb, but it is a mockery of the underlying sorrow. Though I have merry company to drink with, To ward off for a moment the complaints that fill my heart; Though laughter inflames the mad soul, This heart—this heart is still lonely! Many times, in the quiet and lonely nights, I gazed at the sky with comfort, because I guessed that the silver light of the heaven was shining sweetly on your contemplative eyes; often, when New Xia stood high in the sky, when I drove past The waves of the Aegean, I would think: "Sesha is looking at the moon" - alas, but it shines on her tomb! When I tossed and turned on the bed in pain and insomnia, the high fever was twitching my beating blood vessels. "Sesha can't possibly know my pain," I said weakly, "this is a kind of comfort."

As if A slave has been tortured all his life, To whom freedom is a useless gift, Merciful Nature has given me life in vain, For, oh, Sesha is dead! A gift of love from my Sessa, while life and love were yet bright! Oh, how different you look now! What sadness time has stained you with! The heart you promised me together has fallen silent - alas, I wish mine had fallen silent too! Although it was as cold as a dead person, it still felt and hated the coldness surrounding it. Evidence of your sadness! Your desolate sign! As sad as it is, it sticks close to my chest! Keep that love still, keep it single, or it will tear the heart you hold close to it.

Time can only cool down, but it cannot move love. Love will become more sacred because of despair; Oh, how can thousands of active loves compare to the love for the deceased? 4. "Yong Xiyong" The eternal ghost of your majestic spirit! Freedom, you are most brilliant in the dungeon! For there you dwell in the hearts of men, which obey only your love; when your followers are shackled and sacrificed in dark dungeons, their country is revered and free. Reputation spreads with every gust of wind. Xiyong! Your prison became a shrine, your gloomy ground became an altar, for Bonneval walked there leaving deep marks, as if your cold slabs were grassy soil! Do not blot out that footprint For it cries to God for help under tyranny.

5. "There is no freedom to fight for in this country" There is no freedom to fight for in this country. Fight for the freedom of neighboring countries! Take care of the honor of Greece and Rome, and behead yourself for this cause! Benefiting mankind is a heroic achievement, and the reward is always equally grand. Fight for freedom, anywhere! Drink bullets, hang, or be sealed. 2. Poems about Byron

The Maid of Athens (UK) Byron, you are my life, I love you. Girl of Athens, before we part, give me my heart and my Give back your heart! Or, now that it is detached from me, keep it and take the rest! Please listen to the oath I made before leaving: You are my life and I love you.

2. I want to rely on my loose curls, which are chased by every Aegean Sea wind. I want to rely on my eyes with long eyelashes, which kiss the pink on your cheeks. I want to rely on my eyes. Those wild deer-like eyes swear: You are my life and I love you. Third, there are the red lips that I have wanted to taste for a long time, and the light and tight waist. I want to rely on these flowers of love, which are better than all verbal expressions; I want to say, with the string of sorrows and joys of love: you It's my life and I love you.

O maiden of Athens, we parted; think of me when you are lonely. Although I flew towards Istanbul, Athens captured my heart and soul: How could I not love you? No! You are my life and I love you.

Pleasure (England) Byron - No beautiful daughter could be as charming as you are to me, and your sweet voice is like music floating on the water; as if it caught the ocean of intoxication and suspended it. , the waves are still and flashing, and the gentle wind is like a dream. The moonlight at midnight is weaving bright chains on the sea waves; my swollen chest rises and falls gently, just like a baby sleeping; it is precisely in this way that my soul leans forward and listens to you, like the waves of the summer ocean, full of tenderness feelings.

Well, we will no longer roam together (England) Byron Well, we will no longer roam together and waste away this deep night, although the heart is still in love, although the moonlight is still so bright. Second, because the sword can wear out the scabbard, the soul can also wear out the chest. This heart has to stop and breathe, and love has to take a break.

Three, although this night happens to be in love, it will be dawn soon, but we are no longer roaming together, walking in this brilliant moonlight. She walked in beautiful light (UK) Byron - She walked in beautiful light, like a night that was clear and cloudless and full of stars; the most wonderful colors of light and dark appeared in her appearance and eyes, as if she were The sunlight reflected by the morning dew is softer and darker than that light.

Adding or subtracting a point of color will damage the indescribable beauty that ripples in her black hair, or spreads a faint brilliance on her face, and her quiet thoughts point to its pure and precious origin. . Three, that forehead, that bright cheek, so gentle, calm, and affectionate, that charming smile, that bright eye gaze, all illustrate a kind life: she treats everything in the world kindly, she My heart overflows with Lu Zhenzhen's love! To M.S.G. (England) Byron If I dream that you love me, don't blame me, don't vent your anger on me in sleep; your love only exists in dreams, and when I wake up, I have room for tears.

Sleep God! Close my mind quickly and let the drowsiness spread all over me; may the dreams tonight be as good as last night; may the dream be as ecstatic as the fairyland! It is said that sleep, the sister of death, is also a sample of death; if heaven is like this, may death come early! Show your eyebrows, beauty, and calm down, I was never so happy; the sins in the dream must be settled: happiness only allows me to stare at it infatuatedly. In the dream, maybe you smile slightly, don't say that I haven't been punished enough - when you sleep, you are deceived by your dreams; when you wake up, how can you bear this hardship! When we parted (England) Byron When we parted, there was only silence and tears. Our hearts were almost broken. How many years had to be separated! Your face is white and cold, and your kiss is even colder; indeed, that moment foreshadows today's sorrow! The dewdrops that fell in the morning soaked into my brow, it was so cold - it seemed to be an advance warning for my feelings today.

You have broken all the oaths, and you have gained a reputation of being frivolous. Even I feel ashamed when others say your and my names. When they talk about you in front of me, it's like a death knell ringing in my ears; I can't help but tremble all over my body - why do I have such a long-lasting love for you? They don’t know that I’m familiar with you—I’m afraid I’m too familiar with you! I will miss you for a long time, too deep to express.

I remember those days when I had a secret date; now I am silently complaining: your heart will be activated and your soul will be deceived.

If I meet you again - how many years have passed, how will I greet you? There was only silence and tears.

Reply to a lady (British) Byron When a man was expelled from the gate of the Garden of Eden, he lingered at the gate, unable to bear to leave: everything in front of him reminded him of his past, and made him curse the future. encounter. After that, he wandered around Guanshan in foreign lands, silently enduring the heavy sorrow; he only sighed for the good times in the past, and used the complicated scenes to relieve his sorrow.

Dear Mary! Like this, I have to say goodbye to you; if I linger around you, I will also lament everything I have lost. Traveling far away can enable me to wisely escape from danger and escape the temptations of the evil obstacles here; as long as I can see this paradise, I will not accept the acknowledgment that I will not be blessed.

Go, go (UK) Byron Go, go, sad tune! Silence, it was once a sweet music! Otherwise, I have no choice but to cover my ears and run away: I cannot bear to listen to such music again. They recall the happy past; now, stop playing the strings! I don't want to face it, and I can't bear to recall my present and my past.

Your voice has become mute, causing the original charm of these music to escape; now, their low melody is just a repetition of the elegiac music. Yes, they are singing about you, Sesha! Singing of you - the beloved dust! The tune was originally harmonious and harmonious, but now it can't compare to the noisy shouts! All by default! ——But the echo that is still fresh in my ears is trembling; the voice I hear is something I don’t want to hear: such a voice should have been silenced long ago.

It is still shaking my confused soul. The soft music sneaks into my dreams, and my "consciousness" wakes up in vain to listen to it. The dream has already flown away and will never return. Sai Shaha! Waking up is like being in a dream, you have turned into a magical dream; like a lone star shining on the sea, the clear light no longer shines down on the world.

When the sky is angry and the earth is gloomy, some people are trekking on the journey of life. For a long time, they have been fascinated by the hidden brightness - it has sprinkled joy on his journey. Wild antelope (UK) Byron's wild antelope can still jump happily on the top of the Judah Mountains; there are gurgling streams everywhere in the Holy Land, let it drink at will; its four hooves are light, its eyes are shining, and it patrols untamedly and joyfully. home! The same quick steps, brighter eyes, how much Judas had seen! How handsome were the inhabitants of her bygone prosperous land! Lebanon. 3. Who can give me Byron's poems

I would like to be a carefree child, still living in the caves of the plateau: or wandering in the dim wilderness, or in the dark blue. Jumping on the waves.

The splendid red tape of Saxonism does not suit my free will. I miss the rugged mountains, and I yearn for the huge rocks beaten by the wild waves.

O fate, please take back the ripe fields, and take back this resounding title of honor! I hate to be greeted servilely, I hate to be surrounded by slaves! Put me back to the mountains I love, and listen to the craggy rocks responding to the roaring ocean; I just want to let me re-experience the scenery of my motherland that I have known since I was a child. Even though I am young, I can still realize that this world is by no means designed for me; Why should the shadows of the netherworld be overthrown, when the world bids farewell to the earth? I have also had glimpses of glorious dreams - magical hallucinations of the Land of Elysium; Truth! Why does your hateful light wake me up to face such a world? I have loved - the people I love have left, I have friends - the early friendships have ended; How can a lonely heart not be melancholy, When the original hope is extinguished! Even though the jovial companions at the banquet disperse the bad feelings in an instant; the excitement can invigorate the crazy soul, my heart, my heart is always lonely! How boring, to listen to those people talking: Those people are neither my enemies nor my friends. It is family status, power, wealth or luck that brings them together with me in front of me.

Give me back a few loyal friends! Still the same age and mood! A group that hides from the midnight noise, whose joy is in name only. Beauty, lovely beauty! Are you my hope, my comfort, my everything? Even the charm of your smile has disappeared, how can I not feel so cold in my heart! I have no regrets about the hustle and bustle of the world, which is both gorgeous and miserable, and I am willing to bid farewell to it from now on; I only want the tranquility of contentment - "Virtue" is familiar with it, or seems to have seen it before.

Say goodbye to this bustling place - I don't hate humans, I just want to avoid it; I am looking for the gloomy canyon with my heart, and the silence fits my dark mind. I wish you could give me a pair of wings: like the turtle dove flying back to its nest, I too would spread my wings and fly across the sky, drifting far away and find rest.

Kefalonia Island Diary The dead all woke up——Can I still sleep? The whole world is fighting against tyrants - how can I back down? It’s time to harvest the ripe crops——Why don’t I start the sickle yet? The pillow is covered with thorns - how can I sleep peacefully? The trumpet of march sounds in my ears every day, and my heart echoes, echoing it. Girl of Athens, before we part, give me back my heart, girl of Athens! No need, now that my heart has left my chest, just keep it and take away the rest! I made a vow before leaving, please listen: I love you, you are my life! ① With your loose braids - the breeze of the Aegean Sea cherishes them; with your eyelids - the black eyelashes kiss the bright red luster on your cheeks: with your charming eyes like a deer, I love you Oh, you are my life! With my infatuated red lips, with the waist tightly tied with ribbons, with love flowers - their metaphors are better than a thousand words in the world; with the joy and bitterness of love: I love you. , you are my life! I'm really leaving, girl of Athens! Miss me in your lonely time! I flew towards Istanbul, but Athens detained my heart and soul. How could I not love you? cannot! I love you, you are my life! 1810, Athens. 4. Byron's "If I See You Again" poem

I think it should be "Once upon a time we parted" (there is also a translation of the ancient poem "Old Days Farewell"), the sentence you said is in The end of the poem.

"I wish we had broken up once upon a time"

(Translated by Cha Liangzheng)

I wish we had broken up once upon a time,

Silent The ground is shedding tears,

Anticipating years of isolation,

We cannot help but break our hearts;

Your face is cold and white,

Your kiss is even more cold,

Oh, that moment was a foreshadowing of my grief today.

Cold dew condensed in the early morning,

The coldness hit my forehead,

That feeling seemed to be

a warning to me at this moment .

Your vows are all broken,

Your behavior is so frivolous:

When people mention your name,

I listened. Humiliated too.

They talked about you in front of me,

The sound was like a death knell;

My whole body trembled -

Why to you? So affectionate?

No one knows that I know you well,

Oh, I know you too well -

I will regret it for a long, long time,

This depth is difficult for outsiders to understand.

You and I met in secret,

I was silently sad again,

You actually deceived me,

Your heart Finally forgotten.

If many years later,

we meet again by chance,

How will I greet you?

There are only tears and silence.

The sentence "If I should meet thee" you said should be "If I should meet thee". If you feel that the above translation does not suit you, you can find other translations, or Turn it over yourself.

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Attached original text:

When we two parted

(George Gordon Byron)

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

< p> Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow-

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

< p> A shudder comes o'er me-

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee

Who knew thee too well: < /p>

long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After ling year,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears. 5. Byron's beautiful poem

When we were separated, Byron When we were separated, in silence The words are full of tears, the sorrow of separation is half-broken - it will be many years since we parted; your face is pale and cold, your kiss is cold; it is really that time that foreshadows today's sorrow and hatred! The dew at dawn that day was cold and condensed on my brow, as if it gave me a preview of how I feel now.

You have abandoned all your former allies, and you have thrown away your reputation - even I feel shy when someone mentions your name. When people think I'm interviewing you - it sounds like a death knell; I feel trembling all over - how can I fall in love with you? I know you too well - but others don't know: You have given me so much regret that I can no longer tell you.

We once made a secret appointment, but now I am silently sad: Your heart can forget, your soul can deceive. After many years of separation, if you and I meet again, what will I do to greet you? -- Silently and with tears streaming down his face.

So, we will not go wandering Byron So, we will not go wandering - wandering into that late night, although the heart is still full of love, although the moonlight is still bright. Because the sword is wearing out the scabbard, and the soul is wearing out the chest; because the heart beats intermittently, because love also needs sleep.

Although the night is the best for talking about love, and although the day comes back in a blink of an eye, we will never wander again, nor linger under the moonlight. Song of the Luddites Byron Those free sons abroad paid their blood to buy their freedom; Give them freedom or die! We must destroy all kings! Except, of course, our King Ludd.

We must quickly weave cloth, replace the shuttle with sharp swords and spears, throw the shrouds wrapped in the dead at the tyrant king at our feet, and use his blood to starch the mourning clothes. The color is as black as his heart, and his blood vessels have long been as rotten as filth. He uses the blood of the tyrant as morning dew to water the evergreen tree of freedom cultivated by Ludd! I would like to be a carefree child Byron I would like to be a carefree child, living in the caves of the vast plateau: wandering in the hazy wilderness, jumping on the blue waves.

The gaudy Saxon red tape is at odds with my free will. The rugged mountains make me nostalgic, and the huge rocks with surging waves make me happy.

O destiny, please take back the fertile fields and take away this resounding title of honor! I hate seeing people look down on me. I hate being looked after by slaves. Let me go back to the place I love so much, and listen to the roar of the rocks and the roar of the sea; that is the scenery I have been familiar with since I was a child, just asking me to see it again.

When I was young, I already realized that this was not a world designed for me; ah! Why does the shadow of the netherworld cover everyone's farewell to the world? I have also had the splendor in dreams, which is the magical hallucination of the land of bliss; reality! Why do you use such abominable brightness to lead me to such a secular world? Love has left me, friendship has ended long ago; How can such a heart not be lonely, when all the original hope has been lost.

Although there are jovial friends *** toasting, bad feelings can only be avoided for a moment; drinking can cheer up the crazy soul, but my heart is still lonely and sad. It's so boring to listen to their high-pitched talk: This group of people has nothing to do with me, but family status, power, wealth or luck have brought us to meet each other.

Please give me some loyal friends! Please give me back my original youth and love! Away from the noisy midnight entertainment, their joy is only in name. Beautiful person, are you my hope, comfort and everything? Even your smile has lost its charm, how can my heart not be filled with chills! The world is so rich and miserable that I bid farewell to it without regret; its tranquility makes me happy and contented--virtue seems familiar or familiar to it.

Escape from this bustling world - I don't hate it, I just want to escape; I want to find a quiet valley, so that my dark mind can rely on silence. Please give me a pair of wings: Like a turtledove flying back to its nest, I also want to spread my wings and fly far away, with eternal peace! Praise to Siron Castle Byron The eternal spirit sprouted from an unruly heart! Freedom, you shine brightly in the dungeon! Because the heart there is where you live, and only love for you can bind this heart; when your children are shackled by the tyrant and thrown into a dank prison where they never see the light of day, their suffering liberates the motherland. Let the wind blow the reputation of freedom.

Xirong! Thy cell is a holy place, Thy gloomy floor is the altar, where Bonneval's footprints are left - Thy cold paving stones are like grass! May those footprints never be erased and forgotten! Because they appeal to God under tyranny. Daughter of Jephthah ① Byron Father, fatherland and God, since you want your daughter to die, and wishing can bring you victory - then pierce this exposed breast and let me die.

My sorrow has subsided. Mountain love cannot find me. It was you who sent me there with your own hands. This is a painless separation. Father, please believe me, the blood around the child is as pure as the blessings I pray for, just like the silent thoughts before my death.

Girls of Salem, do not cry, I have won the victory for you; soldiers and heroes, do not plead, for your father and motherland are free! The green blood you gave me has been spilled, and your beloved singing voice is mute. I hope I can be your pride, and never forget my dying smile. 6. I want a poem by Byron

Haidee has no worries

Haidee has no worries,

Don’t swear to heaven,

Because she has never heard of

who would deceive an innocent girl,

or

a ceremony that requires a promise;

< p> She is sincere and ignorant like a bird,

flies happily to her partner,

never dreamed of changing her heart midway,

so there is no need Mention the word loyalty.

…

The heaven, earth and atmosphere are so comfortable,

Haidai and Tang Cheng did not think about death,

Don’t complain about time,

As long as time passes,

They are a pair of blameless lovers;

Looking at each other,

Everyone is The other party's mirror,

the infinite affection hidden in the eyes,

turns into sparkling gems.

Well, we will no longer roam together,

Spend this deep night,

Although this heart still loves,

Although the moonlight is still so bright.

Because the sword can wear the scabbard,

The soul can also wear the chest until it is unbearable,

This heart, it has to stop and breathe,

Love also has to take a break.

Although this night is the perfect time to pour out your heart,

Soon, it will be dawn soon,

But we are no longer roaming together,

Stepping on this brilliant moonlight. 7. I would like to ask about Byron's poem "If I see you again, after many years, how should I greet you with silence

When we two parted

(George Gordon Byron) < /p>

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

p>

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow-

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me-

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee

Who knew thee too well:

long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After ling year,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears. 8. Desire for a few poems by Byron and Shelley< /p>

Shelley's poem

"Ah, if there was a white cloud car that belonged to me"

Oh, if there was a white cloud car that belonged to me!

When the moon is spreading over the sea

strands of crystal-clear white and green hair,

I really hope that the strong wind can weave a cloud car for me.

Ah, if there is a white cloud car that belongs to me,

I will ride the wind and waves, set sail,

and run towards the high mountains and rocky lakes... < /p>

Lament

Oh, world! Oh, time! Oh life!

I have climbed to your last level,

I can’t help but tremble for the place where I once stood;

When will you be able to flourish again?

Oh, never again,—never again!

From the heart of day and night

A kind of joy has flown to the sky;

Early spring, midsummer and severe winter bring my heart

Heaped with sorrow, but that joy,

Oh, never again, - never again!

The Philosophy of Love

The spring water always merges into the river,

The river water merges into the sea,

The breeze from the sky always melts There is

a sweet feeling;

How can there be any loneliness in the world?

Due to the laws of nature

all things must be integrated into one spirit.

Why are you and I different?

You see the mountains kissing the blue sky,

The waves embrace each other;

You have seen the flowers not tolerate each other:

Sisters Contempt your brothers?

The sun hugs the earth tightly,

The moonlight kisses the waves:

But what good are these kisses,

What if you won't kiss me?

Byron's Poetry

Well, we won't roam together anymore

Well, we won't roam together anymore, Spending the deep night,

p>

Even though this heart is still infatuated,

Even though the moonlight is still so bright.

Because the sword can wear the scabbard,

The soul also wears the chest hard enough,

This heart, it has to stop and breathe,

Love also has to take a break.

Although night falls for love,

Soon, it will be day again,

But in this moonlight world,

< p> We no longer roam together.

I have seen you cry

I have seen you cry - a bright tear

welling up in your blue eyes;

At that time, I thought to myself, isn’t this just

a violet with dew hanging from it;

I have seen you smile - the flame of sapphire

Nor will it shine before you;

Ah, how can the sparkle of gems be compared to the light of your fleeting glance?

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Nor can it be driven away from the sky;

Your smile fills my gloomy mind with pure joy;

< p> Your face left a flash of light,

Just like the sun radiating in my heart.

My soul is gloomy

My soul is gloomy - Oh, hurry up

Play the harp that I can still bear to listen to,

That lingering voice is sultry,

Let your gentle fingers play it for me.

If this heart still hides hope,

This music will make it obsessed with expressing its true feelings:

If there is still hidden hope in these eyes Tears,

they will flow out and no longer burn my head.

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But please make your music rough and sincere,

Don’t play your joyful scales first,

Tell you , singer, I must cry,

Otherwise, this heavy heart will burst;

Because it has been fed by sadness,

And it is suffering from insomnia The pain lasted for a long time in its silence;

Now it is about to receive the most painful blow,

which will cause it to break immediately - or it will be converted to singing.