What a wonder, what a charm,
The Sun and Moon move apart;
What a thunder, what a storm,
Heaven is black with grief and hurt.
Heaven’s eyes like soul mates
Followed each, days and nights;
Stuck together in lows and heights,
Eons they spent in mutual comforts.
Now is the time to bid adieu,
Snap the stitches the times sew;
Bonds tear, blurs the view,
All joys vanish without a cue.
One to West and one to East,
Both run apart without rest;
No time to stop, set things right,
So ordained them, their bad fate.
Lightening speed carries forward,
Every moment takes them outward;
Yet something binds their worlds,
Keeps them tied in cosmic innards.
Blur of smoke howls in heaven,
Shadows of grief drain sunshine;
Yet silver lines on edges of clouds
Proclaim hopes for coming rounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem