The Day Is Short

Foolish wayfarer, why do you delay?
Take heed, the day is short,
And long is your way.

The sun in the east has lit the torch;
Now is the time for your homeward march.
Move swiftly, reach home
Before the sun turns pale;
The hours are fleeting and long is your trail.
Treasure the chance, don’t falter or lose heart;
Be free of all cares and make a start.

Reach home, and from fear and doubt be free;
Loitering midway, you will come to misery.
Foolish wayfarer, why do you delay?
Long is the way and soon will end the day.

O kind Lord of Mira, Thou in Thy grace
Give her a path short and easy to pace.
_{Mira The Divine Lover}