When someone passes to beyond
(A space-no time, no when) ,
Where once-upon-a-time is past-
And light and sound both bend.
Although we know their life was more
Then any foe and friend or sign
We view, to ken, that haloed sky-
And cry- an 'auld lang syne'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem