“As all things fade and pass away,
So Fortune’s favors will not stay;
And though once she gave me all,
Now she will not heed my call.
For ages at thy feet I’ve lain,
Stern fortune, hoping, but in vain;
What happiness for me, what bliss
If my was should be turned to is.
I wish no other prize or glory,
No other victory or palm,
But to regain once more the calm
Where lack disturbs my memory;
If thou wilt give me back thy boon,
My restless craving will be spent,
The more, if thou w be ilt give it soon,
For then I’ll rest and be content
Without the hope of what shall be.
Like a fool I call upon the past,
And beg it to return in vain:
No power on earth can call back Time,
For it will never come again.
It races on with nimble wing;
And he is wrong who hopes to bring
By his cries all the past again,
Or that the time should come again.
To live in such perplexity,
Forever poised ‘twixt hope and fear,
Is not life; better death in verity;
If by this way I could get clear
Of all my woes, then this were bliss;
But reason whispers in my ear
Of what hereafter is to be.”
Don Quixote(Translated by Walter Starkie)