How You Slip From Between My Hands!


Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas

How you slip from between my hands!

Oh how you slide away, years of my life!

What silent steps you take, cold death,

when your quiet tread makes all things equal!

Fiercely, you climb the weak earthen wall,

on which vigorous youth relies;

already my heart is at its last day,

waiting for the invisible flight of your wings.

Oh mortal condition! Oh hard fate!

That I cannot hope to live tomorrow

without paying for the purchase of my death!

Every instant of human life

is a new summons which warns me

how fragile it is, how miserable, and how vain.

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