Gulmond poetic selection ｜ Dream is deeply in Panasonic, we will hear the words of love

Author:Go to sleep Time:2022.07.10

Remy de Gourmont (1858-1915), "is the leader of the symbolist poetry in the later period of France, his poems are wonderful and subtle It is the nerves presented to the reader, giving the slightly thin to slightest feeling, even if there is no rhyme poetry, but the reader will feel that every article has a very personality music. "(Dai Wangshu). Representative works include the collection of poems "Ximasana Collection" (one translation of "Ximoni Collection"), essays of "Beauty of the Sea" and so on. The poet Dai Wangshu and the translator Bian Zhilin have translated his work.

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Ximamana, there is a big mystery

In the forest of your hair.

Then, then, then

You vomit the scent of dry stamens, you vomit the beast

The fragrance of sleeping stones;

You vomit the fragrance of cooked skin, you vomit the one who has just bumped

The aroma of wheat;

You vomit the scent of wood, you spit it in the morning

The fragrance of bread;

You vomit along the deserted wall

The fragrance of the flowers;

You vomit the scent of blackBerry, you vomit the rain and washed by the rain

The fragrance of Changchun vine;

You spit it off at dusk

The fragrance of the heart grass and Wei fern;

You vomit the scent of winter green, you vomit the scent of moss,

You vomit the seeds in the yin

The fragrance of the weeds;

You vomit the fragrance of the urticed militon like golden bird flowers,

You vomit the scent of scent, you vomit the scent of cow's milk;

You vomit the fragrance of fennel;

You vomit the flavor of walnut, you vomit and picked it down

The fragrance of the fruit;

When you spit the flowers and leaves

The fragrance of the willow and the bodhi tree;

You vomit the aroma of honey, you vomit wandering in the pasture

The aroma of life;

You vomit the scent of soil and river;

You vomit the fragrance of love, you vomit the flavor of fire.

Then, then, then

Ximamana, there is a big mystery

In the forest of your hair.

Dai Wangshu Translation

hawthorn

West Mamana, your gentle hands have scars,

You cry, but I want to laugh at this adventure.

Then, then, then

Hawthorn defense its heart and its shoulders,

It has made its skin the best kiss.

Then, then, then

It has covered its dream and prayer curtain,

Because it tacitly tacitly tacit;

Then, then, then

It tacitly tacit with the morning of the morning,

At that time, the awakened group bees were dreaming of 苜蓿苜蓿苜蓿那那,

Then, then, then

And blue birds, bees and flies,

And the big earthen bee wearing velvet,

Then, then, then

And beetle, thin waist bees, golden maroon horses,

And dragonfly, butterfly,

Then, then, then

And everything is interesting, and in the air

Dancing and wandering pollen like three colors;

Then, then, then

It is tacit with the sun at noon,

Heyun, Hefeng, and Rain,

Then, then, then

And all the past, and the red as a rose,

Jie Ruyi's twilight sun,

Then, then, then

The Yueer who laughed and the dewdrops,

And Swan, and Weaver, and Galaxy;

Then, then, then

It has such a brilliant forehead and its soul is so pure,

Make it love it all in nature.

Dai Wangshu Translation

holly

Ximasana, the sun laughed on the green leaves of winter;

April has come back to play with us.

Then, then, then

He carried some flower baskets on his shoulders,

He gave the flower branches to thorns, chestnut trees, willows;

Then, then, then

He leaves the longevity grass to the water, and then the heiner flower

Leave it to the trees, where the branches are extended;

Then, then, then

He casts violet in the Yin Yin, under BlackBerry,

There, his naked feet boldly hid them and stepped down;

Then, then, then

He has a daisy and a small bell collar

Sakura blossoms are given to all the pastures;

Then, then, then

He lets Lily and Bai Heng fall together

In the woods, along the cool path;

Then, then, then

He planted iris on the roof

In our garden, Xima, there is a good sun, where there is a good sun,

Then, then, then

He scattered pigeon flowers and three -colored 堇,

The good fragrance of Yinxinzi and that clove.

Dai Wangshu Translation

fog

Ximamana, put on your big cricket and your black big wooden boots,

We will pass through the fog like a boat.

Then, then, then

We will go to the island of Midea, the women there

Beauty like trees, naked like the soul;

We will go to those islands, the men there

Soft like a lion, wearing long and brown hair.

Come, the world that has not been created is waiting from our dreams

Its law, its joy, those gods that make the tree bloom

And the wind that makes the leaves dazzling and loud.

Come, the worldless world will come out of the coffin.

Then, then, then

Ximamana, put on your big cricket and your black big wooden boots,

We will pass through the fog like a boat.

Then, then, then

We will go to those islands, there are high mountains there,

From the hills, you can see the pingle of the wilderness,

And the happiness of the grass on the field,

Shepherd like a willow tree, and the fork

The beam piled on the big car:

The sun is still shining, the sheep rest in

Before the animal room, in front of the garden door,

The garden vomits the fragrance of ground elm, lettuce and Baili fragrance.

Then, then, then

Ximamana, put on your big cricket and your black big wooden boots,

We will pass through the fog like a boat.

Then, then, then

We will go to those islands, there are gray and cyan pine trees there

Singing when the west wind drifted through their hair.

We are lying in their incense shade, and we will hear

Waiting for the pain of the desire

The ghosts of the flesh when the flesh resurrected.

Come here, unlimitedly coma and laughing, the world is getting intoxicated: Dream is deep in Panasonic, we will hear it, we will hear it

In love, the words of the gods, the words of Liaoyuan.

Then, then, then

Ximamana, put on your big cricket and your black big wooden boots,

We will pass through the fog like a boat.

Dai Wangshu Translation

Snow

Ximamana, snow is as white as your neck,

Ximamana, Xue is as white as your knees.

Then, then, then

Ximamana, your hand is as cold as snow,

West Mamana, your heart is as cold as snow.

Then, then, then

The snow was dispelled by only a kiss of fire,

Your heart is only eliminated by an eternal kiss.

Then, then, then

Xue Hanyou on the branch of the pine tree,

Your forehead is worried about your maroon.

Then, then, then

Ximasan, your sister slept in the court.

West Mamana, you are my snow and my love.

Dai Wangshu Translation

Dead leaf

West Mamana, go to the forest: the leaves have fallen;

They are covered with moss, stones and trails.

West Masan, do you love the sound of walking on the leaves?

Then, then, then

They have such a soft color, such a calm tone,

They are such fragile films on the ground!

West Masan, do you love the sound of walking on the leaves?

Then, then, then

They have such a sad look at dusk;

When the wind fluttering them, they were so gentle!

West Masan, do you love the sound of walking on the leaves?

Then, then, then

When the footsteps are holding them, they cry like souls,

They made the sound of vibrating wings and women's clothes.

West Masan, do you love the sound of walking on the leaves?

Then, then, then

Come: Once we will become a poor dead leaf,

Come: The night has come, and the wind has brought us.

West Masan, do you love the sound of walking on the leaves?

Dai Wangshu Translation

river

West Masan, the river sings a simple song,

Come, we will go to the heart leather and the bones,

It's noon: people left their plows,

And I, I will see your feet in the water of Mingyao.

Then, then, then

The river is the mother of fish and flowers,

It is a mother of trees, birds, incense, and color,

Then, then, then

She will fly to the valley and will fly again

Drink water in a farmland,

Then, then, then

She drank water for the green -belly green flies,

She drank water for the water spiders like a slave.

Then, then, then

The river is the mother of fish: she gives them

Small bugs, grass, air and ozone;

Then, then, then

She gives them love; she gives them wings wings,

The shadow of women who track them to the sky.

Then, then, then

The river is the mother of the flower, the mother of the rainbow,

Everything made of water and some sun -made things:

Then, then, then

She feeds red bean grass and grass, and has honey

Embroidered chrysanthemum, and Mao Rui grass.

Then, then, then

It is the furry leaves with a bird

She feeds wheat, 芦 and reeds;

Then, then, then

She feeds ramie; she feeds linen;

She feeds oats, barley and buckwheat;

Then, then, then

She feeds naked wheat, river willow, and forest trees;

She feeds the weeping willow and the tall poplar.

Then, then, then

The river is the mother of the tree: the beautiful oak tree

Once they used their vibra to absorb water in her riverbed.

Then, then, then

The river makes the sky fertile: when it rains,

That's the river, she rose to the sky and fell down again;

Then, then, then

The river is a very powerful and pure mother.

The river is a natural mother.

Then, then, then

West Masan, the river sings a simple song,

Come, we will go to the lantern heart grass and the bones;

It's noon: people left their plows,

And I, I will see your feet in the water of Mingyao.

Dai Wangshu Translation

Orchard garden

Ximamana, a basket with a wicker,

Go to the fruit tree garden.

We will tell our Lin Yishu,

When walking into the orchard garden:

The season of Lin Yan is here,

Go to the orchard, Ximasana,

Go to the orchard garden.

Then, then, then

The forest tree is full of the horses,

Because Lin Yan is familiar with it

There is a buzzing sound

Around the old forest tree.

The Lin Yan tree is already full of Lin Yan,

Go to the orchard, Ximasana,

Go to the orchard garden.

Then, then, then

We will pick red forests,

Huang Linyu and Qinglin 青,

What's more familiar with that meat

Lin Yan of the wine.

The season of Lin Yan is here,

Go to the orchard, Ximasana,

Go to the orchard garden.

Then, then, then

You will have the aroma of Lin Yan

On your shirt and your hands,

And your hair will be full

The gentle fragrance of autumn.

The Lin Yan tree is already full of Lin Yan,

Go to the orchard, Ximasana,

Go to the orchard garden.

Then, then, then

Ximasan, you will be my orchard garden

And my forest tree;

Ximasan, rushed away from the Hornet

From your heart and my orchard garden.

The season of Lin Yan is here,

Go to the orchard, Ximasana,

Go to the orchard garden.

Dai Wangshu Translation

Garden

Ximasana, August Garden

It is fragrant, plump and gentle:

It has Wu Jing and Lai Yan,

Eggplant and sweet radish,

And in those pale lettuce rooms,

There is also the lettuce that the patient eats;

Going further, that's a piece of cabbage,

Our garden is plump and gentle.

Then, then, then

Pea climb up along the climbing pole;

Those climbing rods are like those

Like a young woman wearing red blossoms.

This is broad bean,

This is a gourd from Jerusalem.

Hu onion was pulled out for a while,

Decorate yourself with a crowns again,

Our garden is plump and gentle.

Then, then, then

Tianmen Dong, who is wearing a lace all over

Familiar with their coral seeds;

Those chain flowers, devout virgins,

They have used their scaffolding to make a large flower glass window,

And those pumpkins that are not thoughtful

They raised their cheeks in the good sun;

People smell the smell of Baili and fennel,

Our garden is plump and gentle.

Dai Wangshu Translation

Mill