1. Ozymandias (translated by Yang Jiang)
Percy Bysshe Shelly Shelly
I met a traveler from an antique land,
I met a traveler from an ancient country
Who said----"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
He said: There are two huge stone legs
Stand in the desert...Near them, on the sand,
Half-covered in the desert
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
There is a broken stone face in the sand nearby
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Mouth pursed, eyebrows frowned, face still majestic
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
If you think of the sculptor, you must know his emotions
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The look is still on the stone
The hand that mocked them, and the heart, that fed;
And the private is gone, turned into dust and smoke
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
Look at the words carved on the stone seat:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
"I am the King of Kings, Ozman Sdias
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Achievements cover things, the strong are subdued"
Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
Besides, nothing
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
Around the ruins, there are only yellow sands
The lone and level sands stretch faraway."
Lonely and desolate, stretch out everywhere.
2. "The Tempest" Act Four, Act 1, Propezlo's lines Shakespeare
Translated by Bian Zhilin
Our revels now are ended.
The lively scene is over.
These our actors, as I foretold you,
Our actors, I have something to say first,
were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air.
It was originally a few elves, but now they are all gone, empty and empty.
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
Just like the emptiness of this illusion, the towering towers, the glorious palaces, the solemn temples, the vast land itself, and everything on the ground will disappear, and it will be like this empty ocean view, no Leave a trace.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
We are the materials used in dreams,
And our little life is rounded with a sleep.
A short life surrounded by a dream.
3. Sonnet 30 Shakespeare
Translated by Liang Zongdai
hen to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When I summon the memory of the past,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
Appeared in the fragrant meditation court,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
I can’t help sighing for hitting many flaws,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
With the old hatred, the time we cried and wasted again;
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
So I can drown that dry eye,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
For those relatives and friends who have been buried in the night platform,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
I mourn the beauty of many insignificant voices,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Weeping bitterly the sorrow that the love has long eclipsed:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
So I was melancholy for the melancholy of the past,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
And calculate one by one, from pain to pain,
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
The old accounts of sobbing sobbing,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
It seems that it has not been paid yet, now it is paid again.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
But as long as I think of you, my dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
The losses were all recovered, and the sorrow was wiped out.
4. Sonnet 29
Sun Liang Translated
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
It's a sigh that the fortunes are not good and everyone spurned them,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Weeping alone for the floating world
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
Blaming the heavens for not listening to them and calling in vain,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Gu Ying pityed herself and cursed fate to be cruel
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
May I have a bright future like others,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Or dignified or full of friends,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
There is this person’s opportunity and that person’s ability,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
But not satisfied with their strengths
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
I am guilty and regretful
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
But occasionally thinking of you is like a skylark,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From the hazy earth at dawn
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate;
Flying to heaven among the clouds and singing endlessly
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
Recalling your affection is like a treasure,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Would rather be distressed and disdain the south to be king.
5. Funeral Song
As I was a walking down by the loch
When i walk down the bay
As I was a walking one morning of late
Take a walk near noon
Who should I spy but my own dear comrade
Apart from my dear companion, who can I watch
Wrapped up in white flannel
He wrapped in white flannel
so hard is his fate
Fate is so difficult
I boldly stepped up to
I boldly step forward
And kindly did ask him
Ask him kindly
Why are you wrapped up in flannel so white
Why are you wrapped in such white flannel
My body is injured
My body is hurt
And sadly disordered
And sadly disordered
All by a young woman
All because of a young woman
my own heart's delight
I am most pleased with her in my heart
oh had she but told me
If she hurts me
when she disordered me
Can tell me
had she but told me of it at the time
If she could tell me at that time
I might have got salts or pills of white mercury
I might use salt or white mercury pills
But now I'm cut down
But now i kill myself
in the height of my prime
At the peak of my youth
Get six pretty maidens
Find six beautiful girls
to carry my coffin
Come carry my coffin
and six pretty maidens
Six beautiful girls
to bear up my pall
To support my soul
and give to each of them
For each of them
buches of roses
Rose cluster
that thy may not smell me
So they won’t be walking
as they go along
Smell my aftertaste
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