Forever, a past of marble... like this garden carved in stone... this mansion, its rooms deserted now... these still, silent, perhaps long-dead people... still guarding the web of corridors... along which I advanced to meet you... between hedgerows of faces, masklike... watchful, indifferent... towards you as you still hesitate, perhaps... gazing at the entrance to this garden.
إلى الابد, ماضي من رخام كتلك الحديقة المغطاة بالحصى هذا القصر, غرفه مهجورة الآن