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Daniel Naborowski - TO ANN
With time everything passes, with time years go by,
With time states come to naught, with time this world will die.
With time the wit slows down and mind starts to dither,
With time good looks, beauty, grace begin to wither.
With time meadows in blossom lose their loveliness,
With time the verdant trees turn out to be leafless.
With time squabbles subside, with time bloody struggles,
With time sorrow, too, and with time heartfelt troubles.
With time night gives way to day and day yields to night,
Everything in the world pays homage to rime's might.
My true affection to you, o Ann, my dearest,
In contempt of time, will never come to a rest.
Translated by Michael J. Mikoś