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Best Famous Cid Poems

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Written by Matsuo Basho | Create an image from this poem

The old pond

 Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:

Furuike ya 
kawazu tobikomu 
mizu no oto

 -- Basho



Literal Translation

Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya, 
ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into) 
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)






 The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
 sound of water.


Translated by Robert Hass



Old pond...
a frog jumps in
water's sound.


Translated by William J. Higginson



An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.


Translated by Harry Behn



There is the old pond!
Lo, into it jumps a frog:
hark, water's music!


Translated by John Bryan



The silent old pond
a mirror of ancient calm,
a frog-leaps-in splash.


Translated by Dion O'Donnol



old pond
frog leaping
splash


Translated by Cid Corman



Antic pond--
frantic frog jumps in--
gigantic sound.


Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond 



MAFIA HIT MAN POET: NOTE FOUND PINNED TO LAPEL 
OF DROWNED VICTIM'S DOUBLE-BREASTED SUIT!!! 

'Dere wasa dis frogg
Gone jumpa offa da logg
Now he inna bogg.'

 -- Anonymous


Translated by George M. Young, Jr.



Old pond 
leap -- splash 
a frog. 


Translated by Lucien Stryck



The old pond,
A frog jumps in:.
Plop! 


Translated by Allan Watts



The old pond, yes, and
A frog is jumping into
The water, and splash.

Translated by G.S. Fraser


Written by Victor Hugo | Create an image from this poem

My Happiest Dream

 ("J'aime à me figure.") 
 
 {Bk. III. vii. and viii.} 


 I love to look, as evening fails, 
 On vestals streaming in their veils, 
 Within the fane past altar rails, 
 Green palms in hand. 
 My darkest moods will always clear 
 When I can fancy children near, 
 With rosy lips a-laughing—dear, 
 Light-dancing band! 
 
 Enchanting vision, too, displayed, 
 That of a sweet and radiant maid, 
 Who knows not why she is afraid,— 
 Love's yet unseen! 
 Another—rarest 'mong the rare— 
 To see the gaze of chosen fair 
 Return prolonged and wistful stare 
 Of eager een. 
 
 But—dream o'er all to stir my soul, 
 And shine the brightest on the roll, 
 Is when a land of tyrant's toll 
 By sword is rid. 
 I say not dagger—with the sword 
 When Right enchampions the horde, 
 All in broad day—so that the bard 
 May sing the victor with the starred 
 Bayard and Cid! 


 




Written by Victor Hugo | Create an image from this poem

The Degenerate Gallants

 ("Mes jeunes cavaliers.") 
 
 {HERNANI, Act I., March, 1830.} 


 What business brings you here, young cavaliers? 
 Men like the Cid, the knights of bygone years, 
 Rode out the battle of the weak to wage, 
 Protecting beauty and revering age. 
 Their armor sat on them, strong men as true, 
 Much lighter than your velvet rests on you. 
 Not in a lady's room by stealth they knelt; 
 In church, by day, they spoke the love they felt. 
 They kept their houses' honor bright from rust, 
 They told no secret, and betrayed no trust; 
 And if a wife they wanted, bold and gay, 
 With lance, or axe, or falchion, and by day, 
 Bravely they won and wore her. As for those 
 Who slip through streets when honest men repose, 
 With eyes turned to the ground, and in night's shade 
 The rights of trusting husbands to invade; 
 I say the Cid would force such knaves as these 
 To beg the city's pardon on their knees; 
 And with the flat of his all-conquering blade 
 Their rank usurped and 'scutcheon would degrade. 
 Thus would the men of former times, I say, 
 Treat the degenerate minions of to-day. 
 
 LORD F. LEVESON GOWER (1ST EARL OF ELLESMERE.) 


 





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