Rises the Sun, and it lasts no more than a day,
After the Light the dark night comes,
In sad shadows beauty is gone,
In continuous sadness feeling gay.
If the Sun perishes, why did it rise?
If lovely is Light, why doesn't it still shine?
How beauty can transfigure itself this kind?
How this delight for feather lives?
But in the Sun, and in the Light, lacks steadiness,
In beauty there ir no constancy,
And feels sorrow in sadness.
Starts finaly the World through ignorance,
And any of the goods has by essence
Steadiness only in inconstancy.
(Gregório de Matos)
translated by LEo
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