Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
by Walter Savage Landor
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, 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；
我双手烤着，生命之火取暖；
火萎了，我也准备走了。
——杨绛 译
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