Khúc ca gửi ngọn gió tây (4) Ode to the west wind (4)

Ode to the west wind (4)

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share -

The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be -

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven -

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! -

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. -