Famous poetry.
I feel like I'm out of prison
Jealousy, false accusations, and hatred throw me in prison, long and emaciated within the high walls of the shadows, ah, people who pursue a low life.
In order to obtain true satisfaction, always happy and carefree.
They are removed from their sensual pleasures and run to the fragrant green fields and dense forests, where they share all kinds of food with God, taste the bliss of seclusion, and envy neither others nor men.
Translated by Huang Guiyou.
A life of retreat
There have been few philosophers in this world, who have walked on remote paths, and whoever walks in their footsteps and escapes from the hustle and bustle of the world will have a very peaceful life!
The arrogant nobility could not disturb his state of mind, nor did he envy the jasper, built by clever Moors.
Gilded roof. Nor does he care about reputation, whether he sings his name like a sellout, or with honest truth.
Whether the things that are condemned are hyped up by flattering tongues.
Can it be that being pointed out by the fingers of vanity, or by panting with hunger and thirst, and by unbearable worries, to chase the fame that is passing away like the wind, can bring me joy and excitement?
Oh, clear springs!Oh, the river!Oh, the mountains!
Oh, safe and pleasant hideaways!
I sailed the ship that was almost shipwrecked, escaping the stormy sea, and sailing towards your intimate tranquility.
I need continuous dreams, life to be happy, free, simple, I don't need to see.
A man who has risen to a high position by blood and money.
Deliberately made conceited and angry expressions.
Let the birds sing with their sweet and natural voices.
Wake me up, and don't let someone who bears the snort of others.
With his annoying anxiety that never leaves his body.
Disturbs me so much that I can't sleep.
I want to live alone, I want to enjoy the happiness that God has given me, to be alone, not to witness, to be free from love and passion, from hatred, from hope and doubt, from worry.
On the hillside, I have cultivated a garden with my own hands, and when spring comes, the beautiful flowers are colorful, and now the hope of reaping the fruits is very certain.
From the top of the wind-blown mountain, a stream of pure spring water hurried towards the garden, as if very longing.
See its beauty enhanced.
The spring was quiet.
Meander through the woods, scattering colorful flowers along the way, making the place you pass.
Covered in greenery. The breeze blows through the garden, the fragrance hits, it shakes the trees, makes a soft sound, and makes ** and power become faint as smoke.
It is not my business to let those who entrust themselves to unsturdy ships, possess their treasures, gold and silver, and witness their tears and loss of faith when the north and south winds roar.
The mast creaked as the wind and waves struck, the clear day turned into the night of the blind, and the chaotic noise reached the heavens, where they were scrambling to offer their treasures to the god of the sea.
The food is simple, but it is delicious and sweet, enough to satisfy me with joy, and let the tableware made of pure gold be eaten by those who do not tremble when the sea is angry.
When the rest of the people.
With unsatisfying desires, to pursue power that does not last, and when anxiety is burning, and let me sing songs to cultivate my self in the shade of a tree.
I lay in the shade of a tree, with eternal laurel and ivy over my head, and listened attentively.
When the strings are deftly plucked.
The melodious sound of the piano.
Translated by Zhang Qingyao.
Luis de León (1527-1591), a Spanish religious poet and prose writer during the Renaissance, was the founder of the "Salamanca School" and was known as the "King of Spanish Lyric Poetry". Leon's poetry is a combination of biblical and classical styles, and the content is mainly based on religious philosophy, morality and ethics, and inner feelings, with mystical tendencies.