It is the end of another long day
Whose story will never really be told
We all live countless days
Whose stories will never be told
We live lives
Whose stories are largely untold
Experience and life and consciousness
Are gone through and go by
So little remains
And in the longer run
What too for most of us
Will remain
From now to now
Our lives go away
And tomorrow and yesterday
Will also never stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem