Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

旅者故地来，述其所见

无躯石柱立黄沙，近旁半掩，破碎巨首

蹙眉闭唇，施令嗤笑

工匠知音，刻画入神

如今均已，相伴死物

石座铭刻：

吾乃奥兹曼迪亚斯

万王之王

盖世伟业

汝等狂徒当绝望。

此外无物，废墟周侧

无边荒凉，孤寂平沙向四方