
«While the poet is not required / For holy sacrifice unto Apollo, / Within the bustling worldly cares / He is faint-heartedly immersed; / Silent is his sacred lyre; / His soul lies deep in wintry sleep, / And of the humble children of this world, / He is, perhaps, most humble. B...»
«Until the poet’s summoned thus / By great Apollo to be martyred, / Within the world of bustling fuss / He stays immersed and faint-hearted; / His lyre’s silent, hushed and cold, / His soul lies deep in wintry slumber, / Among the humble of the world / He is, for now, perhaps, most ...»
«Apollo runoilijaa milloin / ei vaadi uhriin pyhimpään, / elämän turhiin puuhiin silloin / on syventynyt mieli tään; / ja lyyran pyhä ääni nukkuu. / Hän kylmään uneen, onneton, / mitättömyyteen silloin hukkuu, / mitättömistä halvin on. Vaan herkkä kuulo viehkeän / ...»
«Wandering the noisy streets, / Entering the crowded church, / Sitting among wild young men, / I am lost in my thoughts. I say to myself: the years will fly, / And however many are here, we shall all / Go down under the eternal vaults. / Someone's hour is already at hand. Gazing at a so...»