An another kind answer:
"And in this great world, we, children of a world grotesquely smoll,
Raise upon out tiny planet anthills to o'ertop the All.
Lilliputian kings and people, soldiers, unread, erudite,
We engender generations, reckoning ourselves full bright!
One-day moths upon a mudball measurable with the chip,
We rotate in the great vastness and forget 'twixt cup and lip
That this world is really nothing but a moment caught in light,
That behind, or else before it, all that one can see is night.
Just like whirls of dust and powder thousands of live granules play
In a glorious ray's dominion and pass over with the ray.
Thus against the never-failing night ot time without a bound,
The spontaneous ray, the moment, still fails not to go the round;
When it dies, all dies - like shadows melting in the murky distance
For the universe chimeric is a dream of non-existence."
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Fragment from "First Epistle" of Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889), the greatest poet of Romanians, of all the times. From tome "Poezii - Poems" (Bilingve edition) by Mihai Eminescu. Editura Teora SRL, 2007, Bucharest, Romania