I know one source of my sadness today
It is that everything will be gone
So much now I so loved
Is already gone
But now I think of things not personally connected to me
Wonderful things and now gone
I think of people so alive
So enjoying their lives at some particular time
Also gone
So what is it all worth?
And what does it mean?
And why am I writing these lines again
Which I live over and over each day
And have already written
So many times before?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bitter-most truth undeniable, unacceptable though inevitable reality in life. This being the crux of Buddhist teaching we are well aware that this is the nature. Very philosophical thought well depicted in poetic style. Thanks Shalom for sharing.