When that time comes like all who live
In eternal sleep I would lie
When has left the last mourning soul
And no one left for me to cry
Would my soul in aimless wander
Long for you or endless hate
Fill in remorse for an entire life
Lost for you has been its fate
The bitter days lost in futile search
For love, would then be a thing of past
Those tears I shed in longing, love
Would dry up from my memories, fast
This life is over, no more suffering
Those days of life’s lonely tempest
No more hope, no morning dreams
From dust I came, have returned to dust
Whither lay the blame my dear
Was it you? , was it me?
Even as my singed soul rise
You’d be celebrating, for you are free
It might fill your heart with joy
That never again, me you’ll meet
As acrid taste of parting I feel
For you it will be the sweetest sweet
But I wish thee well, for all the hate
And anger on me, that you had spewed
I wish thee all the Lord’s blessing due
Even now, in this solitude
Now that bliss will fill your life
Worry not about this fiend’s woe
This blot on your life is a thing of past
Enjoy a brighter tomorrow
As your life begins anew
Now that I am forever gone
A rainy day, or a moonlit night
When you are sitting all alone
Let those eyes that now does sparkle
Not put me through further pain
For all I pray, is from those eyes
Never shed a tear for me again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem with a prayer of compassion with eternal bliss