King:
Who is this little child that is mightier than Time? Is it Love that is mightier?
Eznarza:
No, not Love.
King:
If he conquers even Love then none are mightier.
Eznarza:
He scares Love away with weak white hairs and with wrinkles. Poor little Love, poor Love, Time scares him away.
King:
What is this child of man that can conquer Time and that is braver than Love?