Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XI

My poor Lenski! Beyond the grave, in the confines of deaf eternity, was the despondent bard perturbed 4 by the fell news of the betrayal? Or on the Lethe lulled to sleep, blest with insensibility, the poet no longer is perturbed by anything, 8 and closed and mute is earth to him?… 'Tis so! Indifferent oblivion beyond the sepulcher awaits us.

The voice of foes, of friends, of loves abruptly 12 falls silent. Only over the estate the angry chorus of the heirs starts an indecent squabble.