[外文]What′s this of death,from you who never die ?
Think you the wrist that fashioned you in day.
The thumb that set the hollow just that way.
In your full throat and lidded the long eye.
So roundly from the forehead, will let lie.
Broken, forgotten,under foot some day.
Your unimpeachable body, and so slay.
The work he must had been remembered by?
I tell you this:whatever of dust to dust.
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return.
To its essential self in its own season.
loveliness such as yours will not be lost.
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn.
Make know him Master, and for what good reason.[/外文]