Under bare Ben Bulben's head

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!

我会归于此处

归于这片荒芜。

布尔本山头下面，

竺姆克利墓地中间。

我的祖先曾在此布道。

那时，曾有一座教堂，

古老的十字架就在路边，

没有高耸的石碑，

也没有伟大训言，

只是，

拾起一块石头，

便刻下了他的格言，

生活呵，

死亡呵

报以冷眼，

纵马，向前。