Oh, what a dreadful thought, I am crying,
My eyes are not dry but wet with fear,
The heart in me wishes to kill itself,
But my pride refuses it the easy end.

What are we crying about, weeping so much about?
What do I, my heart, my eyes fear?
Time! time is what makes our tears fall!
What a gift, a curse for us, for all!

Isn’t it a beautiful construction of humankind,
A shackle which we placed on ourselves
So that we may shackle the world to our pace?
O, how complex and wonderful time is,
How truly full of awe.