On The Fleetness And Passage Of Time


Luis de Carrillo y Sotomayor

With what fleet steps you run by!

Oh how you leave me, vain Time!

Oh tyrant over my fortune and my being,

how continually I feel your lordly hand!

I thought that I could stop you, but you fled past;

that I could follow you, but you went proudly away.

I wasted you in seeking you, inhuman entity!

And the more I sought you the more I lost you.

Now I know your anger; now that I am brought low,

I am the spoils of your scythe,

oh bitter disillusionment unconfessed!

I lived blind and was finally disabused.

Made an Argus in my sorrow, with sad eyes

I see you fly, and see that I have lost you.

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