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O lord,  
Oh You, having come uninvited into my deep sleep,
You came
Myself You did awake, You did awake, You did awake.
in the intense darkness
You told me: "Today, many chores are there...
without being called
Sleep when the work is done; time, it slips away.
and awakened me.  


You told me
"The day's duration, you know it is limited;
that there was a lot of work left to carry out today
By minutes and seconds, rigidly it is restricted.
and told me to sleep
Once they have gone away, they don't return again;
only after the work had been finished,  
Go they behind time's curtain, behind time's curtain.
as time was passing by quickly.  


You reminded me
"Neath time's three teeth{{#tag:ref|Presumably, past, present and future.|group="nb"}} is also your movement;
that the duration of daytime is limited
On a cyclic track it journeys, a garland threaded.
and that each moment
This, rest's wayside tavern, it is delicate;
is bound by measurements.
Let it not be neglected, let it not be neglected."
 
Occasions once gone,  
never return,  
but vanish behind the periphery of time.  
 
You further told me
that the movement  
goes through the three biting teeth of time,
passing through a fixed track,  
as if following the threads of a garland.  
 
You also told me
that this life is merely like an inn,  
allowing for a little rest on the path only.
 
This fact must be borne in mind
and not be forgetten.
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