Sonnet 60 (My Translation)
Like waves move toward the pebbled shore, our lives make way to their end, each minute changing places with the ones before, trying to move forward and with success. Everything born now and before, once swam in an ocean of light before birth and they work their way up the shores to maturity, fighting obstacles to their glory. But Time which gives everything to all, destroys that gift. Time takes the beauty of youth, making wrinkles in beauty's forehead. Time consumes the scarcity of nature's truth. There is nothing in existence that time won't mow with its scythe. Yet my versus will last forever, praising your worth and beauty despite Time's savage hand.
