AMIDST the rush and roar of life, O Beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and murmurs:
“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my bride!”
But your speech is shut up in stone, O Immovable Beauty!
在生命奔騰怒吼的中流,啊,石頭雕成的“美”,
你冷靜無言,獨自超絕地站立著。
“偉大的時間”依戀地坐在你腳邊低語說:
“說話吧,對我說話吧,我愛,說話吧,我的新娘!”
但是你的話被石頭關住了,啊,“不動的美”!