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.
