The Poet Reflects
Unless fate rules the course of life entire,
Why fall things not according to desire?
To good or evil, as fate pulls therein,
So runs the world; and all is planned in vain.
Day after day a thousand pictures pass,
But never truth appears in fancy's glass.
“How? Why?” The painter of these changing scenes,
He works without a cause, without a means.
Our hands are impotent to loose or bind,
Life's joy and sorrow let us meet resigned.
Beneath yon sky-blue dome our earthly state
Hangs on the order of celestial fate.
O time, great lord of nature! since by thee
My body natural is held in fee,
Why with such eager spite dost thou devise,
Most ancient humpback! torments for the wise?
No mind can reach thy revolution's cause,
No eye discover thy mysterious laws.
From thy dark wheels what anguish o'er me fell
Ah, 'tis a plaint would take long years to tell.
Why fall things not according to desire?
To good or evil, as fate pulls therein,
So runs the world; and all is planned in vain.
Day after day a thousand pictures pass,
But never truth appears in fancy's glass.
“How? Why?” The painter of these changing scenes,
He works without a cause, without a means.
Our hands are impotent to loose or bind,
Life's joy and sorrow let us meet resigned.
Beneath yon sky-blue dome our earthly state
Hangs on the order of celestial fate.
O time, great lord of nature! since by thee
My body natural is held in fee,
Why with such eager spite dost thou devise,
Most ancient humpback! torments for the wise?
No mind can reach thy revolution's cause,
No eye discover thy mysterious laws.
From thy dark wheels what anguish o'er me fell
Ah, 'tis a plaint would take long years to tell.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.