Today I wrote your name upon the sand,
But came a wave and washed it away.
So I wrote your name upon my hand,
And pressed it to my lips so it should stay.
Then into the cold wind my head did turn,
And in a shriek I heard the world's voice.
Foolish boy! Of perpetual love you yearn,
Do you believe you have been given a choice?
Oh Wind, Oh Time and all things likewise,
My life, my mortality will always be your prey,
Flesh and bone suffer to all you may devise,
But that which means most will never decay.
Ashes to ashes to dust it all becomes the same,
But my heart, my soul, our love death won't subdue.
In the skies and heavens I will write your name,
Our love shall live, and in the next life renew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem