The years are slowly creeping on
Beneath the summer sun
Yet, still in silent love and peace
Your life serenely run.
Beyond the mist that veils the coming years
I see no gathering clouds, nor falling tears.
Beside life's garden you stood and lingered
Where royal roses bloomed and blushed
And gleamed my lily's pride,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem