You have brought to me,
The mirror
With its clear glass silvered
And bordered in gold,
I shall recite the magic words,
To bring it alive
To show us our past
And the unknown future,
Unlike the ordinary ones
This mirror will not lie.
Let me look at my past,
There I am a well-dressed lad,
Off to college
When I was young, I smiled a lot,
I was proud of my appearance,
And hopeful of the future.
When I peeped into the future
I appeared very old and lifeless,
Friendless, alone and unhappy.
The mirror tells me
That Time which is supreme
Extracts its price,
Cuts short our lives;
Whatever we do, achieve or earn
Is meaningless,
Our ill-reputation or fame
Does not affect us after death,
Then perforce I ask -
Why do we live at all?
That Time which is supreme Extracts its price, Cuts short our lives; Whatever we do, achieve or earn Is meaningless, Our ill-reputation or fame Does not affect us after death.....yes sir these words are so true. But we live to make all things happen. Without us even world would not be there. So we live for here only...the now and present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what is heaven i do not know what is heII I do not know but after-death what is the judgement day I do not know but ill doing on this earth greets the restlessness of life maybe that's heII and welfare all greets peace maybe that's heaven and consequently we have to do good something always