Death / W.B. Yeats

死に臨み　けだものには
恐怖も希望もないけれど
人間は最後を待つときに
すべてに恐怖と希望を抱く

いくたびも人間は死に
いくたびもまたよみがえった
誇り高い偉大な人物は
刺客の面々を前にしながら
止まる息の根にむかい
冷笑をあびせかける

彼は死の髄までを識るーーー
死を創ったのは人間なのだと

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all; 

Many times he died,
many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
supersession of breath;

He knows death to the bone ---
Man has created death.