How with the track of time can we withstand,
When Gaiety has become my enemy,
And let me not enjoy her company,
With whom my hours have lavishly been spent?
How would I have a better chance of winning you,
Being a merry man with smiles to charm,
Than a ludicrous wretch, a fortune's fool,
Dreaming on end upon the way of harm?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem