Ozymandias
Me relató un viajero de una tierra remota que dos enormes piernas de basalto gastado se yerguen en la arena del desierto, y un rostro quebrado y medio hundido puede verse a su lado. Bien leyó el escultor la pasión poderosa que aún en la roca muerta parece tener vida: el corazón fogoso, el gesto de comando, y los fruncidos labios y la mirada altiva. El pedestal proclama su mensaje borroso: "Mi nombre es Ozymandias, rey de todos los reyes: y al contemplar mis obras desmaya el poderoso" Nada más permanece, un silencio de muerte cubre a la decadencia del colosal naufragio y al triste mar de arena, solitario e inerte.
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
