If could be turned back the wheel of Time,
Destiny would re-smile at my door,
My days would return to their time prime,
Bliss would glitter here once more.
Worries be guarded by parent’s shield,
Days would be bright with kin’s facial shine;
Fraternity would revisit the field
With no ill-will, hatred or combative line.
Morning, evening and clam night,
All would move with lovely pace;
Ecstasy would take a high flight
With kindred’s pretty bright face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet memory of Past, which is nostalgically craved after. Alas, if Times Wheel could be turned back, Gone days would repeat them, Dead parents would again come to life. A brother, wlho has antagonistic attitude at present, would become brohterly once again