Where are you, friends of my youth -
Why have you forsaken me?
Isn't that through thick and thin
You vowed, with me you'll stay?
Ah! Through good times, I traveled
Alone to places - far, uncharted;
Not caring for what lies beyond
Of man and might, unafraid.
Wantonly, I explored the meadows
Sipping nectar, sniffing scents;
Not discerning they were poison
Draining life of vim and strength.
With blurring vision, I sauntered on
Aimlessly heading for the cliff;
Were it not for God's loving arms
Would have fallen - cold and stiff.
Now, looking down the gaping ravine
Holding on to matted twigs;
Could not help feeling tired, but sober -
A repentant voice from the edge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A remarkable poem........................10++++++++++++++