In a past that has passed-
but is never beyond
I think of those days to which I belonged.
Those days and their years I'll never forget
For it was then that I got entangled in her sly, lilting net.
Although I am aged I no longer have fear-
Though I wish they were longer, those days and those years
But time releases and its nighttimes play rough-
That being said, time is also my 'snuff'.
And when snorting this snuff, I think: 'Never Enough! '
As time moves on someday so will I
Should heaven release me to bid on my trump,
I'll forget neither her
nor remember the day that I die-
Yet forever I'll travel to where she now lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem