Time and I were friends long gone;
Though he was my master
I would say to him each dawn
"Faster, faster, faster!

Somewhere farther down the road
We will find fair love's abode:
He is waiting for me, I know.
Let us swifter go!

Love was waiting there ahead
in his open door.
Once with him, to Time I said
"Slower, slower, slower!

Love and I would be content
If most leisurely you went."
But Time ever hastened so
He became my foe.

Now I hold Time dear once more
And his favor curry.
And I cry out as of yore
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Love has made a new abode
I would join him down the road."
But Time has grown old and slow,
Time has grown old and slow
                    And the days lag so!