FROM DERJAVIN.
John Pollen translation
THE STREAM OF TIME.
The stream of time, with onward sweep, Bears off men’s works, all human things, And plunges o’er Oblivion’s steep Peoples and kingdoms with their kings. If for a space amidst the swirl The lyre or trumpet some sustain, They’re swept at last in ceaseless whirl, And none escape Fate’s common main.