Let not life's wasted moments make you sad,
For day will come when you will have more joy;
As it is like with every instant once had,
Constant feelings to them contrasts employ.
And pleasures not be forbidden to your beauty,
Though use them wisely as they come and go;
Even if they are exotic too and fruity,
And underneath their embroideries may glow.
For not every that is here now distilled,
May be of treasure when the time goes by;
For dreams can vanish never be fulfilled,
How hard one even with them should or try.
Each moment spent may be so many ways,
In contrast different like the nights and days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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