I know true friends always grieve,
If any of them e’er goes apart;
As they all are combined with a love,
Which’s endless and has only a single heart.
The distances can never them divide,
Although this world is so huge, so wide.
I request thee my beloved friend,
Not to grieve and to keep a smile
On thy moon-like pretty face; -
As since e’er this has been my will.
If on my farewell thou in this way weep,
I’d not be able from here to creep.
It’s my compulsion to leave thee,
Even as a flower never wishes to fall
From its bough even after being dried;
But the cruel blows of wind compel.
Here I also stand at the same place,
Collecting power that cruel time to face.
Who knew our that minor meeting
Will turn true and strong so much;
It’ll kiss the depths of the oceans; -
And that never-ending high sky touch.
And cause us to weep and bother,
When we’ll separate from one another.
But o my friend! If it did not occur,
From thee I did not separate;
And thou not from me today,
How could we be able actually to calculate
This major relation? So divine on this earth,
Which is, it needs no color, no gold for birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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