Time and life

Поэтический перевод произведения «Время и жизнь»
автор исходника на русском языке – [Ирина Крымова]

Oh, Time of ours, the golden seconds’ heaving!
You’ve seen epiphany in an everlasting font.
Each person’s life is a priceless interweaving,
In time’s quick currents that swept quickly as Avant.

Between the dates of nascence and destruction,
Presenting hassles of the toughest twists and turns,
And every destiny ’s a fight’s instruction,
Against the element that vehemently churns.

The pathway of our fate is well out reaching,
And off we go, offhand; our life leaps as a frog.
Thereby uneasy takeaways are teaching,
To overcome those extra walls as a prologue:

The walk uphill—the mountain of the being,
With no perfections for all moral one-oh-one, –
Results in conflicts, inner, disagreeing,
And devastation when the conscience was for fun.

And time is short-existing, as a flier.
It flows with golden grains of sand, like in a clock.
It does not wait; it pushes to fly higher.
And every life step shall be solid as you walk.

Or else, you’re left with shattered expectations.
In grey despondency will live out days of yours.
Life is a gift blessed by the sky’s locations.
And the spiritual regression knows no cures.