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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。”