With Tomorrow, You Add Up One Day To Your Days Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

With tomorrow, you add up one day to your days.
With yesterday, you take away one day from your days.
And with all these ahead,
You have today, with no end in sight.

When one dies, another one is born.
To follow one into this world,
It is like when the sun goes down.
It does rise immediately in some place.

It seems other waves flow down endlessly
— In the same way.
It seems that there is another autumn
— Although the same leaves endlessly drop.

Ahead of our hours of darkness
The queen of cute women goes by.
Although, as a caricature,
Death itself is in fact a treasurer of lives.

From any passing moment
I grasp the fact
That the time holds the whole eternity
And it turns steadily the entire sky.

Therefore, let this year be off
So it can be hauled into the past.
Even now you hold entire resources
— That you had all the time in your heart.

With tomorrow, you add one day to your days.
With yesterday you take away from your days.
And with all these ahead,
Today's time you have it with no end in sight.

One can tell apart the glitzy perception
Which is below the eternal thoughts
— In quick lines.
For sure, these are some tea breaks.

(1883 December)

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