May I write this song for you,
and your departed soul?
I know it's been a long yore
Since you left me alone,
in a depth of tragedy.
It's time to mourn,
Sitting beside your grave stone;
I shall lit butter lamp on the alter,
To let you free from Samara.
I am here to lit the lamp of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem