But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
'E Taimi, ka ko e 'umaa 'oku 'ikai ma'u koe ha anga malohi lahi
Ke tau'i 'a e tangata kakaha mo toto ni?
Pea ke ke fakamalohi'i koe kita 'i ho fakamonumonuka
Mo e me'a kuo tapuaki lahi 'i he tohelehele lala o'oku?
Pea tu'u ki 'olunga he ngaahi houa fiefia
Ka te'eki'ai ma'u 'a e ngoue 'o e finemui tokolahi
Mo e holi angatonu ke fua ho matalai'akau mo'ui
Hange ko ho loi kuo vali.
Ke fakama'u 'a e laini 'o e mo'ui ni
Ko ia ko e me'atohi 'o e taimi ni pe ko e peni 'o hoku taka ako
'Ikai ko e mahu'inga 'i loto pe ko e hoihoifua 'i tu'a
Ko ia 'e lava ke ke nofo 'i he mata 'o e kakai.
Ke ke foaki koe kita kae 'ai ia ke ke tu'u ma'u
Pea pau ke ke mo'ui pea toho mei ho'o me'a lava melie.