For refrains, portentious, this grand spoke
Of Time-wills ticks not drowsier;
For its oracle's say, nor through this
Sun dial's day-change does it waver:
"Trust us for faithful arithmetic
For Love's fully woked hour to ring.
Trust us for faithful arithmetic
For Love's brighter day, declaring".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
faithful arithmetic, let us trust it