As the drama concludes its note,
The wick extinguishes by and by,
The sights of colored lines,
Feel diffusion, and smoke covers the light.
The auspicious time demands,
To untie the bindings of the stage,
As the advent of the might ensures.
The screen on the stage downs,
Now the diary in the hand,
Denies the pen with a wish to retire,
For, now it wishes to leave the last account.
.
No more is there the leisure to cover,
The inevitability of the return,
And the Providence Himself would account,
The balance-sheet of failure and victory,
While my voyage leaves behind the mundane story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem