Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
我會(huì)歸于此處
歸于這片荒蕪纠脾。
布爾本山頭下面慧脱，
竺姆克利墓地中間采缚。
我的祖先曾在此布道。
那時(shí)，曾有一座教堂，
古老的十字架就在路邊，
沒有高聳的石碑，
也沒有偉大訓(xùn)言，
只是，
拾起一塊石頭，
便刻下了他的格言篱昔，
生活呵辨绊，
死亡呵
報(bào)以冷眼袍镀，
縱馬设江，向前。
