Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and faggots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
日子
光陰老人的女兒，偽善的時日，
喑啞無語如同赤足的托僧，
她們單行排列，無始也無終，
手托皇冠和壹根根權杖，
按各人的心願向大家分贈禮品，
面包，王國和包羅星辰的天空。
在枝丫纏繞的花園裏，我見此壯觀，
忘掉了早晨的願望，匆匆忙忙地
采了些香草和蘋果，時日便已轉過身
靜默地離去。在她黑色的發帶下
我看出她的輕藐，為時已晚。