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53.Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels.
53.你的手鐲真是美麗，鑲著星辰，精巧地嵌著五光十色的珠寶。
But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.
但是依我看來你的寶劍是更美的，那彎彎的閃光像毗濕奴的神鳥展開的翅翼，完美地平懸在落日怒發的紅光里。
It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death;
它顫抖著像生命受死亡的最后一擊時，在痛苦的昏迷中的最后反應；
it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.
它炫耀著像將燼的世情的純焰，最后猛烈的一閃。
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems;
你的手鐲真是美麗，鑲著星辰般的珠寶；
but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or think of.
但是你的寶劍，呵，雷霆的主，是鑄得絕頂美麗，看到想到都是可畏的。
