Pointless your mourning and your toil
Helpless your curses dire
Past forms no miracle can bring
Back from funereal pyre.
The world will not release its grip
On fleeting ghosts of yore
Fire or sword will not bring back
What’s lost forevermore.
One must go forward with the living
Reach for new life, instead
Of placing a bunch of wasted laurels
Stubbornly on one’s head.
You shall not turn the tide of life!
Your anger keep at bay
Pointless your mourning and your toil
The world shall go its way.
(Adam Asnyk)
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