the evening rose

O Fast Time!

Where are you going so fast, O Time
With the whole world in your hand?
Where throwing it away, find new on the way
Each moment equally grand?

No frolic or fun, who makes you run
Incessantly? Please say
Are you not tired, by him so hired
In doing same work each day?

Can you unroll, your life’s round ball?
Tell me your native place.
Both cruel and kind, all knowing and blind
Why keep all masked your face?

Will you not free, my rhyme and me
From your invisible chord?
Please stop for a while, and tell me, O Time!
How can I meet your Lord?