| ChatGPT translation: Does he not perhaps also live underground when The day's harmony will be mute to him, If he can awaken it with gentle care In the minds of his [own] [...] Only he who leaves no legacy of affections Has little joy of the urn; and if he looks After the funeral, he sees his spirit Wander amidst Acheron's lamented temples, Or seeks shelter under the vast wings Of God's forgiveness: but his dust Leaves to the nettles of deserted soil Where neither the enamored woman prays, Nor the solitary passer-by hears the sigh That Nature sends to us from the tomb. |