To see this Giant
With stuttered step;
To answer as
He was inept,
Breaks my heart,
Oh Fathered Time,
In your dotage
You commit such crimes.
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I would like to translate this poem
I often wonder where time has gone, but I only dwell on it, when alone. For this, there really no defense. I know it was here, ... but I haven't seen it since.