【英译】
Whisper of the Poet
The long night witnesses my efforts
to light inspiration slumbering in the ancient metre.
I still find stars twinkling at corners of the sky
though the gorgeous lights of city are dazzling high.
A solitary traveler I’m treading along an endless age-old path,
trusting Erato will offer guidance in silent sympathy.
While Fates seem unfriendly to me,
Muses are kind enough to stand on my side.
For mountains and seas I do have a tender love.
Wind, flowers, snow and the moon
are often what I’m intoxicated with.
I love all lives on earth;
they are the products of the Creator.
I did have a talk with Him, heart to heart,
and sang my praises of Him because I owed my life to Him.
He said to me, “Yes, you are the man who knows thanksgiving.
But you only have the freedom
to treasure everything I have created.”
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