We are to pass
And not the time.
We are to go round
And round and
Not the time.
Let us hear
The call of time,
Let us write
About the time,
Let us know
The truth of time.
Time, time and time,
Nothing but time
Is here, and always
Trying to create fear.
It is all the same -
Time and life.
We live for time,
And time does everything
For us.
Time is the storehouse of
All beauty.
And we are all
Beautiful here.
Inside and outside
Time is taking
Our care and
We feel not,
Fool we are.
Enough is enough,
The time is
Not for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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