Classic Poem

THE FAVOR OF THE MOMENT

And so we find ourselves
In the cheerful colorful folkdance
And it shall be a crown of songs
Be braided fresh and green.

But bring whom the gods
We first customs of the song?
Him above all let us sing,
The aims to create the joy.

For what avails it that with life
Ceres adorned the altar?
The fact that the purple juice of the vine
Bacchus pressed into the shell?

Pulls out of the sky not the spark that
The sets the stove on fire,
If the mind is not drunk with fire,
And the heart remains unergetzt.

From the clouds, it must fall
From the gods lap happiness,
And the most powerful of all
Rulers is the moment.

From the very first Will
The infinite nature,
All Divine on earth
Is a light idea only.

Slowly, in the course of the Hours,
To add ye the stone to stone,
Quick as born of the Spirit
Will the work be felt.

As in the bright sun looks
Himself weaving a carpet colors,
As to their colorful bridge
Iris floating through the sky,

So is every beautiful gift
Fleeting as the lightning glow,
Quick in her gloomy grave
Closes the night it again.