Time has gone — here is the first second,
Born, it died at once.
But this is not the end.
It is only the beginning of a minute.

In a minute
You will manage much,
But that too will flash past.
Yet do not grieve, for an hour is underway…
The hour is gone, you receive a day,
Even the night after it.
Rejoice that you have lived a DAY.

Seven days have gathered,
Time to rest,
A day off has come —
The week is finished…
Look at the moon.
Appearing from nowhere,
It will fill with light
And spend it…
So that the year may continue…