I glanced up into the clouds one day,
And saw a face positioned in a peculiar way,
It appeared as if the face was about to say,
'Why are you acting this way? '
A response to the face I could not give,
My mind went blank as if my thoughts disappeared,
As my shock ceased, I began to ponder what is this face?
Is what I'm seeing real or fake?
After some thought about what I witnessed it became clear,
The face hovering in the sky was of someone who I held dear,
One of the people who I had the up most respect for,
That face in the sky I could not possibly ignore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem