我为美而死，嫌理据不足

I died for beauty, but was scarce

在黄泉下又有所修补

Adjusted in the tomb,

因为有为真理而死的——

When one who died for truth was lain

他就在我隔壁的屋

In an adjoining room.

他轻声问我的死因

He questioned softly why I failed?

“为了美”——我的答复

“For beauty,” I replied.

“我为真理，殊途同归，

“And I for truth, －the two are one;

我们似兄弟”——他的陈述。

We brethren are,” he said.

夜晚如此相遇，情同手足

And so, as kinsmen met a night,

我们在屋中彼此倾诉

We talked between the rooms,

直至嘴唇上长出苔丝

Until the moss had reached our lips,

把我们的姓名遮住

And covered up our names.