Poetry selection of Peitori ｜ I am willing to be a big tree, Ren Lightning and Wind breaks it through it

Hungarian poet Pei Dufei (1823 ~ 1849), a famous patriotic poet in Hungary in the 19th century. "This is a terrible thought ..." The poem was written at the end of 1846. Hungary was below the Austrian Empire. This poem shows the poet's hatred of autocratic tyrants and the longing for national liberation and freedom, expressing his hot feelings that he would rather dedicate himself in the battle and not want to abandon his life in the living.

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This is in the terrible thought I am terrible

This is a terrible idea: I am terrible:

If you must die on the bed!

Like a flower, slowly wither,

There are little worms biting in its heart;

Like a candle, burning for a long time,

In the church, lonely and boring.

I don't want that fate, I don't want to,

Don't let me die like that, God!

I am willing to be a big tree, Ren Lightning

He and the wind break through it and blow off;

I would like to be the rocks of 岩

Falling down in the valley ... - -

If all the slaves are

I got up and resisted and went to the battlefield,

Red face, red flag,

These sacred words on the flag:

"Freedom of the world!"

It wants to be on the earth

Roar and do a hundred blood battles,

This decisive battle is to give the tyrant trial:

Let me die at that time,

On this battlefield,

My efforts are all there,

The last cheering was also sounded on the chest,

Warm commotion, steel of steel,

The horn bark, the roar of the cannon,

There is a group of war horses,

Fly on the battlefield,

Report this glorious victory,

I was resting under the horseshoe. Intersection

There is my body there, packing together,

On the day of the great funeral ritual,

At that time, singing the elevation and covering the flag again,

The freedom of sacred world! For you

Those heroes who sacrifice life,

They are sent to the common grave.

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Song of nation

Get up, Hungarians, the motherland is calling!

It's time, it's not too late now!

Is willing to be a free person or a slave?

Choose it yourself, this is the problem

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

Then, then, then

We live a slave life until today,

Even our ancestors are always slander;

They lived freely or died ...

After death, he could not rest in peace.

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

Then, then, then

If anyone takes his small life,

It is more expensive than his motherland,

When the motherland needs, he refuses to die,

Then he is too cheap, too despicable!

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

Then, then, then

The military knife is lighter than the iron chain,

It is also very glorious to wear a military knife;

Now we are still wearing foot and handcuffs!

Come here, our ancient military knife!

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

Then, then, then

The name of Hungary will still be magnificent,

Let it truly restore the great honor of ancient times;

We have to swore before the fierce battle,

Washing the shame you have suffered for centuries!

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

Then, then, then

The grave hill will be built in the place where we die,

The descendants of the descendants will cry and hoe in front of the grave.

They read the prayer for our blessings,

Think of our extremely sacred name.

Oath to God in Hungary,

We swear,

We swear, we

No longer continue to be slaves!

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The sea is boiling

The sea is boiling,

The sea of ​​the people,

That terrible power

Set up a huge wave,

Highlighting the earth.

Then, then, then

Have you seen this dance?

Have you heard this music?

If you haven't seen it,

You should understand now:

How happy the people are!

Then, then, then

The sea is roaring, roaring ...

The boat is constantly bumping,

It sank to hell,

Dragging the frozen sail,

And the broken mast.

Roar, the sea!

Your deep sea floor,

Great power,

Furious waves

Spray in the middle of the cloud.

Then, then, then

A eternal truth,

Write from the waves in the sky:

The boat sails on the water,

The water toss under the boat,

But water is always the owner.

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Fall, go, let's go, let's

Fall, drop it, go, let's, let's go,

Kiss landing like heavy rain;

One kiss and one kiss,

Just landing on my lips.

Then, then, then

Heavy rain, heavy rain,

Facing the Perak Lightning!

Pigeon, your eyes

Empty light -like light.

Then, then, then

Perak, Perak,

Explosion behind us;

Pigeon, I have to escape,

Because your father comes out.

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Every flower

Every flower, no small grass,

A light of the sun is needed.

Love, the sun in your heart,

My experience is not a little sunshine.

No girl will fall in love with me,

No girl will tell me:

"The cold world frozen your heart,

You are warm in my arms! "

Then, then, then

The girl didn't ask: "Are you tired?

Please take a rest on my shoulder! "

No girl will come to wash

I was hit on my forehead!

I am like a ivy myself,

The green branches and leaves have been dry;

Birds don't fly to me, on my head

The gloomy thought crow is dense.

Then, then, then

Youth passes like this, life

Calling from me quietly.

I think this way: my blood condensate,

Due to the cold hug of death.

If I die, my life is destroyed,

The Shouyi without tears covers me,

No one will be in front of my grave

Plant a small flower.

Then, then, then

At the foot of the mountain, next to the desolate tombstone,

I turned into a pile of dirt there;

The branches are spreading, and no one tramples,

No one came to my tomb.

Only your night storm ruthlessly

Hung blowing, keep mourning!

Sad brother, because of that brother

It's you, my heart emotions!

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Come on, spring, come on!

"Come on, spring!" (I think in autumn)

"I wait for you, because you brought me happiness,

There is my young and beautiful girl outside the village,

I can visit there freely;

If I have a hundred miles away from her,

I also want to walk from one hundred miles to her.

If the sun rises to the east of dawn,

If the sun sinks to the west in the evening,

The moon rises, and then it spies

The gorgeous boudoir, the starlight,

I have become the loyal shadow of my girl,

Become a follower who is also a step.

Spring, you just look like her love,

Your flowers are open on her hot chest,

She picks flowers and faces her red face,

Put the flowers on my heart;

Why not wear it? Isn't it possible?

The fiancee no longer kisses me.

Come on, you spring fragrant corolla!

I put you on my fiancee's head! "

Then, then, then

Come on, you spring fragrant corolla!

I put you on the cross in front of her grave!

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I would rather be

I would rather be a desolate island,

Located in the center of the sea,

Both people and birds can't go there to go--

As long as I don't know you this girl.

Then, then, then

I would rather be the edge of the far place

Peak rock covered by ice and snow,

The soft sunshine cannot warm it-

As long as I don't know you this girl.

Then, then, then

I would rather be the grain sand on the equatorial line,

The hot sun in summer

Spitting into the fire that never extinguishs to me--

As long as I don't know you this girl.

Then, then, then

I would rather be the soul that was cursed,

Drinking on a quiet night,

You can't rest for a moment in the coffin bottle--

As long as I don't know you this girl.

Then, then, then

I would rather let the unable to calculate the disaster

The weight falls on my body,

I am willing to carry the cross of life--

As long as I don't know you this girl.

Then, then, then

If ... if I lose my life,

I don't want to get blessings,

And the unlimited and lofty brilliant position,

I don't want to meet you this girl.

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My love is not a nightingale

My love is not a nightingale,

Wake up in dawn's greetings,

On the ground that is bustling due to the kiss of the sun,

It sang a wonderful singing.

Then, then, then

My love is not a cute garden,

There is a white pigeon floating on the quiet lake,

Moonlight reflected in the water,

Its white neck nodded.

Then, then, then

My love is not an peaceful home,

It is like a garden, which is filled with peace,

There is happiness in it, my mother lives like,

Give birth of a fairy: beautiful joy.

Then, then, then

My love is a desolate forest;

Among them are jealousy, like robbers,

Holding a sword in its hand: is despair,

Every thorn is cruel death.

Translated by Sun Yong

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I am willing to be a rapids

I am willing to be a rapids,

The small river in the mountain,

On the rugged road,

Passing on the rock ...

As long as my lover

It's a small fish,

In my waves

Swim happily.

Then, then, then

I am willing to be a barren forest,

On both sides of the river,

For a while, the wind,

Bad combat ...

As long as my lover

It's a bird,

In my dense

Make nests between branches, tweet.

Then, then, then

I am willing to be ruined,

On the steep mountain rock,

This silent destruction

I don't make me mourn ...

As long as my lover

It is the youth of Qingqing,

Along my desolate amount,

Climbing intimately rising.

Then, then, then

I am willing to be a cottage,

At the bottom of the deep valley,

On the top of the cottage,

The blow to the storm ...

As long as my lover

It's cute flame,

In my stove,

Slowly flashed.

Then, then, then

I am willing to be clouds,

It is a gray flag,

In the air in Guangmo,

Lazyly float,

As long as my lover

It is a sunset like coral,

Before my pale face,

Ready bright glory.

1847.6.1-10.

Translated by Sun Yong

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