Удивительно, как меняет (в какой-то степени всегда - хотим мы этого или нет) нас время... Лет 40 назад это стихотворение не воспринималось как "схема жизни".

Вот нашла перевод.

1. The Cart Of Life

Tho’ it is hard – the earthly load,
The Cart is easy in its move,
The reckless couch-time, on road,
Will not get of his bench above.

In early morn we take our places;
We glad to break our empty head,
And leaving leisure for the races,
We cry, “Go on, you idler, damned!”

At noon, our bravery’s diminished;
We have been tossed and more afraid
Of slopes, steep, and ravines, peevish,
And cry, “Be easier, you, brat!”

The cart rolls in the former fashion,
By evening, we have used to it,
Wait for night lodgings, doze, patient, –
And Time tends horses to full speed.
(Translated by Yevgeny Bonver)

2.

Although at times the burden’s heavy,
The cart rides with a rhythm fleet.
Grey time, wild coachmen ever steady,
Drives on, won’t leave his driver’s seat.

We mount the cart when morn’s arising,
We’d gladly break our heads in two,
Our haste, comfort and ease despising,
Leads us to yell.. "let’s go! **** ***."

But when it’s noon, we’ve lost that valor
And fear more, having rattled through
The little rolling hills and valleys,
We yell, "Ease up there, silly fool!"

But still the cart keeps rolling, rolling,
By evening we’re quite used to it.
As towards our shelter we ride dozing:
Time drives the horses with a whip.

(Translation by Julian Lowenfeld)

There is the video

http://youtu.be/na4AMYUezUg

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Yes, life is good!