Francisco de Quevedo. (№ 412011)

The shadow of the cemetery fence is getting closer,
Departure of the last earthly day.
To live, dying, - bitterly there is no destiny:
A new day is rushing my dream,
But every day my body is getting old...
And every moment - a gravestone
Over someone who has already reached the limit -
He tells me that life is perishable and vain.