The ancient relievo

Royal tomb-temple of dynasties
Sank gradually into the desolate
The fits of desert wind
Of thousand years returned dreamily

The time is a worker
Shaped to wear many vainglory
Stele stone please don’t relate
to the shapeless moss grass

Still have remained a light
That burning up olden relievo
Under nude bosom of danseuses
Are heaving so many ashes

The sage and the desport
Have already become earth-dust
Relievo baked from the earth
Merely was embossed your figure.