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,
其次是艺术。
我双手捧着生命之火取暖,
火萎了,
我也准备走了。