Original Title: "Le Temps s'en va"
Text: Pierre de Ronsard
Year: 1978
Time is going away, time is going away, my Lady,
Alas! Time does not but we, we are going away,
And soon we will be stretched out under the blade
Time is going away, time is going away, my Lady,
I am sending you a bouquet, that my hand,
Just selected among those flowers in full bloom
Which if had I not picked them up during those vespers
Would have fallen to the ground tomorrow
Time is going away, time is going away my Lady,
Alas! Time does not but we, we are going away,
And soon will be stretched out under the blade
Time is going away, time is going away my Lady,
Let it be to you a sure example
That your beauties, even though they are blossomed
In a little bit of time, will be withered
And, like flowers, will perish all suddenly
Time is going away, time is going away my Lady,
Alas! Time does not but us, we are going away
And soon we will be stretched out under the blade
Time is going away, time is going away my Lady,
The original poem finishes with those two verses:
And those loves of which we talk about
When will be dead, no one would hear about them anymore
All poems written by Ronsard
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