Why am I giving you this?
I've already left you with that.
And this and that...
Are not to be compared.
Unless you are sitting there...
Hoping for something to declare.
Why am I giving you this?
I've already left you with that.
And this and that...
Are not to be compared.
Unless you are sitting there...
Hoping for something to declare.
And if you are...aware,
You will accept this...
And forget about that,
Which was given in the past.
And 'this' tomorrow...
Will have lost a significance.
Since neither one of us,
Have had that to experience yet!
No matter who awaits in impatience!
And having patience never leaves one,
Sitting in regret.
But excites an anticipation!
And I guess that is my motivation,
To leave you this...
Without that which has passed,
Attached.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem