我为美而死,但是
几乎还没有适应坟墓,
一个为真理而死的人,
就躺在了隔壁.

他轻声问我为什么失败?
"为了美."我回答.
"而我为了真理,他们本是一体,
我们,是兄弟."

于是,像亲人在黑夜里相遇,
我们隔着墙壁交谈,
直到苔藓蔓上我们的唇际,
掩盖了我们的名字.

原文： 

I dead for beauty,but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb.
When one who died for truth was lain
inan adjoning room.

He questioned sofily why I failed?
"For bearty."I replied.
"And I for truth",-the two are one;
We brethren are."he said.

And so,as kinsmen net a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.