Nimble
old man, you who steadily cut through the thin air on tireless
wings, and, without striking sail, always cruise before the wind,
outpacing all of us; arch-enemy of rest, active day and night;
irretrievable time, whose fierce hunger greedily swallows, devours
and
consumes everything that looks strong, and who topples, turns
and destroys entire nations and kingdoms; - you who are too fast
for everyone, how come you appear so slow to me?
My
love, ever since you went away I try without any joy to get
time, which is dragging its feet, to move on, and I toil laboriously
through the long day until evening; your absence is so distressing.
And my longing for you cannot move the God of Time.
But
it seems longing derives its name from this: by longing for you
I make the time, which I wish were shorter, so much longer.
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