The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that's the way to grieve -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess this is about a dead butterfly with a message to us not to grive on our death but to soar away happily-10