From the original portuguese poetry, Chronnos
Oh, Time, Time,
Who could bend your pointers?
Who could deprive you of domain?
It remains to us mortals Patience, Virtue beautiful.
Unwavering partner of death,
Without which it would lose its influence on the Human Mind,
Ye thou steadfast and constant in its mission to remember that
Sooner or later, ineffably, even stars turn to dust.
Oh, Time, Time,
Turn your pointers, turning day into night
Run your sands, making summers into winters
Move your shadows, turning years in millennia.
And unchanging, constant and impeccable
Continues eternal and youthful Time,
Leading seeds and civilizations
From Dust to Fullness, and back to dust.
Oh, Time, Time,
Who could bend your pointers?
Who could deprive you of domain?
It remains to us mortals Patience, Virtue beautiful.
Unwavering partner of death,
Without which it would lose its influence on the Human Mind,
Ye thou steadfast and constant in its mission to remember that
Sooner or later, ineffably, even stars turn to dust.
Oh, Time, Time,
Turn your pointers, turning day into night
Run your sands, making summers into winters
Move your shadows, turning years in millennia.
And unchanging, constant and impeccable
Continues eternal and youthful Time,
Leading seeds and civilizations
From Dust to Fullness, and back to dust.
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