Memories are sweet and sorrow,
O God, help to protect them tomorrow.
Let past be present with me at present,
Be my present the path for future absent.
May eyes not witness your familiar faces,
But my engraved mind has painted brushes.
Closing my eyes when I draw an absent picture
Colourful is it in my mind's melancholy rapture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem