Here Cyrus lies! he who subdu'd
The Persian state to servitude.
Whoe'er thou art that views my tomb,
Or from whatever country come,
Behold not, friend, with envious eye,
The spot where my cold ashes lie;
But while this scanty space you see,
And think of monarchs and of me;
With this reflection turn aside,
And let it humble all your pride:
“Alas! thus endeth human state!
“Is it worth while to conquer, and be great?”