"On how time flees and is lost" Luis de Carrillo

With what light steps i see you running by!
Oh how you forsake and leave me, time so vain!
Aye, tyrant of all my goods, and of my self,
Oh how your high-handedness now makes me feel!
I thought to detain you, but you fled away,
To follow you, but blithely you went speeding.
In seeking i squandered you, Oh inhuman one!
The more i sought you, the more of you i lost.
Now i know your fury, now admit i’m humbled,
By your scythe’s sweep is made a town of the despoiled,
Oh harsh disappointment, i still cannot accept!
Blind did i live, now at last being undeceived,
An Argus made of my ills, with saddened eyes
I see you flee, see now that you are lost.