ChatGPT translation:
Does he not perhaps also live underground when
The day's harmony will be mute to him,
If he can awaken it with gentle care
In the minds of his [own]
[...]
Only he who leaves no legacy of affections
Has little joy of the urn; and if he looks
After the funeral, he sees his spirit
Wander amidst Acheron's lamented temples,
Or seeks shelter under the vast wings
Of God's forgiveness: but his dust
Leaves to the nettles of deserted soil
Where neither the enamored woman prays,
Nor the solitary passer-by hears the sigh
That Nature sends to us from the tomb.