1. The past flows on its passions
Forever to a sea without a shore

2. Glistening, nothing can stop it
Crowding like the crowding of poetry

3. Laughing smoothly and gently
Leaping from the whim of evil

4. It has a melody that reminds us
Of the whispers of wishes in the bloom of life

5. And roaring at times as if it has
The thunder of hell raging with ember

6. How many ships has its tide sunk
And how many drowned and broken

7. And thrown all the unprepared
In the depths of a boundless sea floor

8. This river will remain turbulent
Plunging its rider to the sea

9. Until the ages tire of their cycles
And the eyes of sun and moon fall asleep

10. And woe to it, woe to its rider
From it and from the barren sea of loss