Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

I strove with none for none was worth my strife;

Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art

I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;

It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

我和谁都不争，

和谁争我都不屑；

我爱大自然，

其次就是艺术；

我双手烤着，

生命之火取暖；

火萎了，

我也准备走了。

（杨绛 绎）