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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!


在生命的奔腾怒吼中,哦,石头雕琢的美,你沉静无言,孤单而且冷漠。

时间迷恋地坐在你脚边低语道:

“说话吧,对我说话吧,我的爱人,说话吧,我的新娘!”

但是你的话被石头封住了,哦,不变的美!

“那树深情地凝望着它绮丽的倩影,可是永远捉不到它。”