Nietzsche's Poetry election

Melancholy

Melancholy, please do not blame me,
I sharpen my goose brush to praise you,
I lowered my head to tenggai,
Sit on the tree Pier as a hermit and sing to you.
You often see me, and there were many times yesterday,
Sitting in the hot sunshine of the morning:
The Condor sent a greedy cry to the valley,
It dreamed of the rotten corpse on the dead pile.

You have made a mistake, even though I
Rest on my block, like a mummy!
You don't see my eyes, it's still full of joy,
In turn, proud and proud.
Although it cannot reach a height like yours,
You cannot view the far-reaching cloud and sea waves,
It sink deeper so that
Lighting up the abyss in itself like an electro-optic device.

In this way, I often sit in the deep desert,
An ugly curved body, like a sacrificial barbarian,
And I always miss you, melancholy,
Like a Confessor, although I am young!
I am sitting like this, and I look forward to the flying of the Condor,
The surging avalanche sounds like a boom,
You speak to me without the hypocrisy of the world
The truth is the truth, but the face is terrible.

You are a strict goddess with wild rocks,
Your girlfriend, love appears beside me;
You threatened to show me the whereabouts of the Condor.
And the desire to destroy my avalanche,
There is a tooth-biting killer around it:
A painful desire to seize life!
There are flowers on the rock.
Miss the butterfly, just like the temptation,

This is what I feel --
The butterfly, the lonely flower branches,
The Condor and the fast-flowing ice Creek,
The roar of the storm-everything is to honor you,
The goddess of Hehe, I bent over to you,
Head down to his lap, hum a horrible zanmeishi,
It's just to honor you that I desire
Life, life, and life are steadfast!

Malicious Goddess, please do not blame me,
I made up beautiful verses to wrap you up.
Whoever you look closer with a terrible face, trembling,
If you stick out a malicious right hand to whom you want to send, then you will shudder.
I shivered here, hum a song,
Jump up with a rhythm:
The ink is flowing, and the sharp pen is playing.
Ah, goddess, goddess, let me -- let me alone!