1. O Time's grantor, a demon answers my call
It hears the din of spears beyond the fray

2. And knows that which is unyielding is hard
So it fears not death amid the affray

3. By God's will each matter comes to pass
So gently weep and let tears stream away

4. By His decree die the wealthy and thrive
And skies are emptied of every star's ray

5. After laughter, how often does sorrow come
And after gloom's excess, joy finds its way