Gone is a great custodian of our heritage
Gone is a pillar of the land
Whose signature dwelt on our tongues
Tears profusely stream down my cheeks
As his body
Lowers into the jaws of the earth
So grief striken i am
Failing to reconcile with the terms
For his coffin
Not only does it carry his
body but also our culture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem