I need help translating this poem into plain informal English and the metaphors are really confusing and I don't understand. If you give me some tools or advice, that would be very helpful. Thanks!

Question

"come fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring/ your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: / the Bird of Time has but a little way/ to flutter- and the bird is on the Wing."

Answer 1

What is the title of this? Who is the poet?

Are these lines all there is to it?

Come fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
the Bird of Time has but a little way
to flutter- and the bird is on the Wing

Answer 2

i need help translating this poem into modern english.

it is by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved?were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?
Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea discovers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown:
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemishperes,
Without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.