Go ahead
keep up the frenzy
completely out of breath
you sink onto your deathbed
And don't come to me then
with desperate lamentations
about all those lost years
with pleading and begging
for a little reprieve
You would devote your life
to the muse from now on
if only you were granted
a few more days
Remember
for sacks full of gold and silver
you squandered your lifetime
but now, what a contradiction
you would squander all your money
for a little time
So you will die
in the midst of preparations
for a happy life in the future
realizing wistfully and too late
that you carelessly cast aside
small moments of happiness close at hand
robbing yourself hour by hour
for the great happiness
in the distant future
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