Clear are the skies
Shining is the morn
Blooming are the roses
And my head dancing wildly
With memories of his days
Of happiness and distress
Extremely happy he was
If a little beam of sunshine
Came in his way to shine
Stored it deep within his heart
One day nothing with him was fine
Happiness no more with him
One brief winter distanced the spring
Pain pricked his livelier living
I saw a tree standing
Its branches without flowers
And its branches without leaves
He tossed out of himself
To go for heavenly rest and bliss
As he could not for Death wait
Started in a carriage to her meet
Going slowly without any haste
Putting away leisure and pleasure in a sheet
Passed many a memorable place
Meadows, fields, brooks, schools and sunset
Reached a house of no roof on it
Looked like a mound, a rising ground
Entered the house and met her
Humbly he was escorted out of the house
With eternal words echoing in his ear
That time is not up for your eternity
Back home with anguish and worry
Life and death is not in your hand
That they will come as and when you wish
Do whatever you want to do
Think whatever you want to think
The leaves of a tree sway, if Gods so wish..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem