Time goes by, time comes
along,
All is old and all is
new;
What is right and what
is wrong,
You must think and ask
of you;
Have no hope and have
no fear,
Waves that rise can never
hold;
If they urge or if they
cheer,
You remain aloof and
cold.
To our sight a lot will glisten,
Many sounds will reach our
ear;
Who could take the time
to listen
And remember all we hear?
Keep aside from all that
patter,
Seek yourself, far from
the throng
When with loud and idle
clatter
Time goes by, time comes
along.
Nor forget the tongue of
reason
Or its even scales depress
When the moment, changing
season,
Wears the mask of happiness
-
It is born of reason's slumber
And may last a wink as true:
For the one who knows its
number
All is old and all is
new.
Be as to a play, spectator,
As the world unfolds before:
You will know the heart
of matter
Should they act two parts
or four;
When they cry or tear asunder
From your seat enjoy along
And you'll learn from art
to wonder
What is right and what
is wrong.
Past and future, ever blending,
Are the twin sides of same
page:
New start will begin with
ending
When you know to learn from
age;
All that was or be tomorrow
We have in the present,
too;
But what's vain and futile
sorrow
You must think and ask
of you;
For the living cannot sever
From the means we've always
had:
Now, as years ago, and ever,
Men are happy or are sad:
Other masks, same play repeated;
Diff'rent tongues, same
words to hear;
Of your dreams so often
cheated,
Have no hope and have
no fear.
Hope not when the villains
cluster
By success and glory drawn:
Fools with perfect lack
of luster
Will outshine Hyperion!
Fear it not, they'll push
each other
To reach higher in the fold,
Do not side with them as
brother,
Waves that rise can never
hold.
Sounds of siren songs call
steady
Toward golden nets, astray;
Life attracts you into eddies
To change actors in the
play;
Steal aside from crowd and
bustle,
Do not look, seem not to
hear
From your path, away from
hustle,
If they urge or if they
cheer;
If they reach for you, go
faster,
Hold your tongue when slanders
yell;
Your advice they cannot
master,
Don't you know their measure
well?
Let them talk and let them
chatter,
Let all go past, young and
old;
Unattached to man or matter,
You remain aloof and
cold.
You remain aloof and cold
If they urge or if they
cheer;
Waves that rise can never
hold,
Have no hope and have
no fear;
You must think and ask
of you
What is right and what
is wrong;
All is old and all is
new,
Time goes by, time comes
along. |
|
Vreme
trece, vreme vine,
Toate-s
vechi si noua toate;
Ce
e rau si ce e bine
Tu
te-ntreaba si socoate;
Nu
spera si nu ai teama,
Ce
e val, ca valul trece;
De
te-ndeamna, de te cheama'
Tu
ramii la toate rece.
Multe
trec pe dinainte,
In
auz ne suna multe,
Cine
tine toate minte
Si
ar sta sa le asculte?...
Tu
aseaza-te deoparte,
Regasindu-te
pe tine,
Cind
cu zgomote desarte
Vreme
trece, vreme vine.
Nici
incline a ei limba
Recea
cumpan-a gindirii
Inspre
clipa ce se schimba
Pentru
masca fericirii,
Ce
din moartea ei se naste
Si
o clipa tine poate;
Pentru
cine o cunoaste
Toate-s
vechi si noua toate.
Privitor
ca la teatru
Tu
in lume sa te-nchipui;
Joace
unul si pe patru,
Totusi
tu ghici-vei chipu-i,
Si
de plinge, de se cearta,
Tu
in colt petreci in tine
Si-ntelegi
din a lor arta
Ce
e rau si ce e bine.
Viitorul
si trecutul
Sunt
a filei doua fete,
Vede-n
capat inceputul
Cine
stie sa le-nvete;
Tot
ce-a fost ori o sa fie
In
prezent le-avem pe toate
Dar
de-a lor zadarnicie
Te
intreaba si socoate.
Caci
acelorasi mijloace
Se
supun cite exista,
Si
de mii de ani incoace
Lumea-i
vesela si trista;
Alte
masti, aceeasi piesa,
Alte
guri, aceeasi gama,
Amagit
atit de-adese
Nu
spera si nu ai teama.
Nu
spera cind vezi miseii
La
izbinda facind punte,
Te-or
intrece nataraii,
De
ai fi cu stea in frunte;
Teama
n-ai, cata-vor iarasi
Intre
dinsii sa se plece,
Nu
te prinde lor tovaras:
Ce
e val, ca valul trece.
Cu
un cintec de sirena,
Lumea-ntinde
lucii mreje;
Ca
sa schimbe-actorii-n scena,
Te
momeste in virteje;
Tu
pe-alaturi te stercoara,
Nu
baga nici chiar de seama,
Din
cararea ta afara
De
te-ndeamna, de te cheama.
De
te-ating, sa feri in laturi,
De
hulesc, sa taci din gura;
Ce
mai vrei cu-a tale sfaturi
Daca
stii a lor masura;
Zica
toti ce-or vrea sa zica,
Treaca-n
lume cine-o trece;
Ca
sa nu-ndragesti nimica,
Tu
ramii la toate rece.
Tu
ramii la toate rece,
De
te-ndeamna, de te cheama;
Ce
e val, ca valul trece,
Nu
spera si nu ai teama;
Tu
te-ntreaba si socoate
Ce
e rau si ce e bine;
Toate-s
vechi si noua toate:
Vreme
trece, vreme vine. |
|
Time
will come and time will fly,
All
is old, but new in kind;
What
is right and what is wry
You
should ponder in your mind;
Don't
be Hope's or Terror's thrall;
Wave-like
things like waves shall pass;
Should
they urge or should they call,
Keep
as cool as ice or glass.
Many
sounds our ears will touch,
Much
- before our eyes - will glisten;
Who
can bear in mind so much
And
to all is fain to listen?
Finding
your own self anew
You
should loftily stand by,
Even
though with vain ado
Time
will come and time will fly.
Nor
should reason's icy scales
Bend
their needle, out of measure,
To'ards
the moment with swift sails
Fleetingly
disguised as pleasure,
Which
is born out of its knell,
-
Just for moments, you may find;
To
whoever knows it well,
All
is old, but new in kind.
In
the world's dramatic show,
Deem
yourself a looker-on:
Should
some men feign joy or woe,
Their
true face you'll read anon;
Should
they weep or insults dart-
Inwardly
rejoicing, lie,
Sifting
out from all their art
What
is right and what is wry.
Both
the future and the past
Are
but sides of the same page;
In
beginnings, ends are cast
For
whoever can be sage;
All
that was or e'er will be
In
the present we can find;
But
as to its vanity,
You
should ponder in your mind.
For
no matter what appears
By
the same means will be swirled.
And
for many thousand years,
Mirth
and grief have ruled the world;
Other
masks - the play's the same;
Other
lips - the same tune all;
Duped
too often, you keep game:
Don't
be Hope's or Terror's thrall.
Have
no hope if rogues you see
Soft
tongued when victorious;
Fools
may top your apogee -
Though
you be most glorious;
Never
fear, they'll try again
One
another to outclass;
Hurry
not to join them then;
Wave-like
things like waves shall pass.
Siren
songs - meant to encage -
Are
the nets the world unfurls;
Just
to change the cast on stage
It
will lure you into whirls;
>From
temptations stay away;
You
should never heed at all
Those
who'd lead your ship astray
Should
they urge or should they call.
Give
their touch a wide, wide birth;
Hold
your tongue if they blaspheme;
Since
you know what they are worth,
What
could your advise redeem?
Let
them say whate'er they like:
Never
mind whom they surpass;
Lest
you should endear some tyke,
Keep
as cool as ice or glass.
Keep
as cool as ice or glass,
Should
they urge or should they call;
Wave-like
things like waves shall pass,
Don't
be Hope's or Terror's thrall;
You
should ponder in your mind
What
is right and what is wry;
All
is old, but new in kind;
Time
will come and time will fly. |
|