Throw yourself like a seed by Miguel de Unamuno

Throw yourself like a seed

Shake off the sadness, and recover your spirit;

sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate

that brushes your heel as it turns going by,

The man who wants to live is the man in whom life

is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain

which is slowy winding you in the nets of death,

but to live is to work, and the only thing

which lasts

is the work;

start then, turn to 

the work.

 

Throw yourself like a seed as you walk, and into

your own field,

Don't turn your face for that would be to turn

to death,

and do not let the past weigh down your motion

leave what's alive in the furrow, what's dead

in yourself,

for life does not move in the same way as a group

of clouds;

from your work you will be able one day to

gather yourself.