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Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
如你先我而逝我當寫下你的祭文，
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
如我不幸早衰便安然自朽于墓塋。
From hence your memory death cannot take,
你縱然仙逝英名會長在人口，
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
我名賤身微當被人忘個干凈。
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
你身雖歿有我的詩章使你長生，
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
我一旦辭別當永世化作微塵。
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
地闊天長，只賜我孤墳一處，
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
人心為家，你在千萬人眼里葬身。
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
我筆下詩行化作你墳前墓碑，
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
來日方長，自有人細讀碑銘。
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
縱當今世界萬眾皆成厲鬼，
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
有千口萬舌對后世縷述你生平，
You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen
凡有活人處你便活在人口，
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
你與天齊壽，全仗我筆力千鈞。
