石像之歌/song of the statue

                                                                   ——里尔克

Who is there who so loves me,that he

will throw away his own dear life?

If someone will die for me in the ocean,

I will be brought back from stone

into life,into life redeemed.

How Ilong for blood's rushing；

stone is so still.

I dream of life：life is good.

Has no one the courage

through which Imight awaken? 

And if Ionce more find myself in life,

given everything most golden,

--then Iwill weep

alone,weep for my stone.

What help will my blood be,where it ripens like wine?

It cannot scream out of the ocean

he who loved me most.