在生活的慌忙与扰攘中,美呀,你站着,沉默,静定,孤单,秀挺。
伟大的时间坐在你的脚边眷恋,他小语着:说话,对我说话,我的恋爱;开口呀,我的新娘!
但是你的话像是佛像似的封禁在石壁里,美呀,不可动撼的美!
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!