Ozymandias Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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(Qo)sïmau-brãskurõ(r) saud, si-esev mïju(r)(qo)kãlïemõ tïsun sodad.
(PASS)breaking face(SBJ) resting, (POSS)-(subject of discussion) part(SBJ)  (PASS)obscuring because earth.
Broken face lies, it's portion obscured by soil.