Come ye mistress! Use your mind!
To that Andrew don’t be kind!
Don’t resemble those who say:
When deluded “Never Mind”
So regretful is the news
That the primrose is to lose
Glitz and glamour after spring
When it droops yet finds no dews.
No more glistening will you seem
When the sun exhales its beam
On the wondrous roses all
And so burns your peaceful dream.
On the morrow you will see
How the worms will feed on thee.
When you moan your day and say
“Set me free, my Lord, prithee”
Yonder passions will not last,
Since the present will be past.
Seize the day! Don’t waste it for
Days are short and passing fast
Guide yourself! Don’t let it loose!
Lest they hunt you like a goose,
Lest the wolves should leap on thee
Shed and drink your blood like juice.
Nothing still I have but praise
For the music which he plays
Rhyming verse and singing songs
Which can leave us much ablaze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow nice poem...i love it