In the space of an instant visible,
In the movement of years advanced
Be submitted to highest obedience
Leaving the fate in the past,
To the eternity the generations pass,
And will be covered with the dust.
One generation and another… The count has no end.
The time once made them equal.
Some were more lucky, lived in fun, and
Forgot that they were born after the years of weeping.
Arising in the nacreous sunset
Transparent figures will appear bent,
Will leave the names that will be remembered
By the descendants of the future days,
And breaking the silence in turn,
Will lose their voices and burn.
In the invincible present the names of strangers live.
Their roots go to the past and get the dew to live,
And will give spouts born alive
That will be warmed by brightness of the sky.
Conformity to natural laws is permanent.
Having spilled the pearls of stars in haze
The horses of the Life rush in the Universe.
And so, the thought appears like a flash -
That purity of sole imperishable
And God will be eternal and will last.