My dear friend
no one is written on this earth
on stone or in ink
neither you nor me
we are all written just in thin air
we are like dreams of other people
on awakening to be forgotten
or may be recollected at their leisure
sometimes; or never;
friend, we had come upon this earth
for a quite while
to abode on different lands
nay, different languages
different ages; quite different times.
Everyone is written on this earth
in others' memories
like wind that creates sand dunes
and levells next moment.
We meet and we part
like two stars
time shall flow
as though nothing happened
Remember friend
our names shall never be written
on this earth's face
they are to be forgotten
it never existed
so, bid farewell,
a friend to a friend
not a foe to a foe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem