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。