Has the bright sun set, 
Has the gale grown stronger? 
Still we’ll not grieve yet: 
We will sing a while longer! 
Has our youth been met 
By Time the wronger? 
Let us not grieve yet, 
Let us sing a while longer! 
Is the world beset, 
Do the sorrows throng her? 
Let us not grieve yet: 
Let us sing a while longer!                
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                    