Like time comes it passes too soon away
In tick of times that dwells not for long
With feelings there and ease of every song
That sings with love and kindness in its play
The hours may be found with every aim
And think of truth that dwells in its short while
Of understood found inside each beguile
To give and take of the moment's going flame
What causes time to go on forward still?
In moment's of toiling unfaltering on
And give the ways of longing to fulfill
Before those stays are forever all gone?
Each fondness is causing every giving
And therefore we are in steadfast living
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem