It has been a pleasure all this while.
All the fun and play under shades.
The wee moments of happiness and sorrow,
All together was a pleasure never to forget.
Sad, that time is as short as it is fast.
When the bell tolls, the clouds open its mouth and beckons
Do come up and quick!
Still i'll not forget the moments even down in sheol.
A, to the best of sons
D, to the best of all kings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem