When all is said and all is done
and all is lost or something won.
When time has passed or future comes
and life expires or new babies born.
When sun shines bright or clouds obscure
and we see clear or feel unsure.
When we are forgot or remembered dear
and feel lonely or full of cheer.
One thing is constant,
neither comes nor goes.
That love remains,
not one that binds and holds.
That love remains
in which true freedom reigns.
Throughout all that was said and done
whatever lost, whatever won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem