Just yesterday she took a walk towards this gate
And the smiles like colors That Won't fade,
From the pictures we drew with her in our future
And the frame we kept this dreams in forever,
Now cracked with debris,
From the waving hand of death
We have been greeted
and the chairs laid in our sudden heart
Sat with tears and sorrows,
If not embedded with Anubis arrows
then it drawn towards the ankles of Achilles,
Though the dreams woven together scattered by the scavengers teeth,
Then thelittle gathered we turn to teach,
For if the length of this mountain we will climb
death laughter will be ironically loud as ever,
Whiles the race with him we turn to beat,
Then we will cling on strong arms of prayers
If not now a day to come in the eternal lands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem