You shared all sorrows of my life
you pained to transcend nostalgia
of my solitude like a canoe
to make me across the loneliness
If you were not my friend
had not I been sojourning
to entwine the garlands of poems
to make your offerings
when all petals will wilt
you will certainly throw it
but if you have ever muttered
its resonance shall echo through ages
you will realise to celebrate
your all feelings, but the withered flowers
will certainly be consoling your faith
to make your life a splendid castle
then you can live with true happiness
with full enthusiasm of your life
Your delicacy would ever remind me
my poetry would have been incomplete
if you were not my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem