I find
The old traveller,
Today he is there......
At the last stair
Of the earthly sphere,
He remembers the great incidents of his life
One by one,
Tears of joy and pleasure
Come in his sensitive eyes,
Though the eminent traveller is
At the last stair of the world,
He doesn't lament,
Sweet fragrance of this planet
Fills his inner self to the fullest,
He knows the holy soil so well,
As he examines deeply into his heart,
The traveller sees no trace of scars
In the soft core of his heart,
Strange indeed!
The old pilgrim feels himself absolutely saturated today,
Yes, he is at the last stair,
So what?
He has no complaint whatsoever,
He is the happiest of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo! my friend a poem well done