Friend or foe, it makes no different now,
When mortality embraced us;
Our fallen souls like snow,
An eternity graced in dust.
Lover or loser, it makes no different now,
When the truth and trust turn so frail;
Our happiness vanquished by sorrow,
An ordained boon we unhailed.
Today or tomorrow, it makes no different now,
When the fate continued this way;
Our affliction will always followed,
An undignified life we couldn’t stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem