Shakespeare Sonnet 60

Tuifawnin muanga vaukam a pan iang,

Kan nunna paw’n a hun tawp lam panin;

Lungruala hma lam pana bei zel a,

Tuifawn hmasa nen inthlakthleng zelin;

Leia piang tawh phawt puitlin lam pan chu,

A vul lai kalha hun rawn inrawlhah;

Petu ngeiin a thilpêk tichhiain,

Hun chuan ṭhalaite mawina tichuaiin;

Hmaifang chuarna a rawn thlen si ṭhin a,

Leilung duhawmnaa inchawm thauin;

A favah hriama mitin a âh ni,

Fiahna nunrawng paltlangin ka hla ten;

I hlutna an la fak ngei ka beisei

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.

   And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

   Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.