translation.en: "This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm’d -- see here it is -- I hold it towards you."
translation.zh: 「这只活生生的手，现在还温热 还能紧握，假如一旦冷却， 在寂静的坟墓里，它还会经常出没 在你的岁月里，使你夜梦寒颤， 以至你也希望自己的心血流干 让生命在我红色血管里重新流动， 你也会感到心安——瞧这双手—— 我向你伸出。」