Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer's Corn --
Men eat of it and die.
名声是一种易坏的食物
放在滑动的盘子
桌子一经收拾停当
那位客人再没有出现
乌鸦们察看了面包屑
它们发出嘲讽的怪叫
然后振翅离开桌子
飞向农家的玉米——
尝过的人都死掉了