I strove with none,

for none was worth my strife;

Nature I lov’d, ，

and next to Nature, Art;

I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;

It sinks,

and I am ready to depart.





我和谁都不争，

和谁争我都不屑；

我爱大自然，

其次就是艺术；

我双手烤着生命之火取暖；

火萎了，

我也准备走了．