All successes are yours, all failures mine
All gains, all names yours; all losses, all defeats mine.
Ah! Heart in a strangers’ dome
Nothing else but love is all -the good it offers.
An autumn’s fallen leaf, and what else is me
Many springs, flowers and colors are you.
Such tumult, restless dreams and a wish
Back to my broken door, my ambling camel moves.
It shall be a prologue, to a long separation
Away with heaven, and death’s woes.
I know not, what’s written on tomorrow’s empty page
A dwindling faith, alas how I make myself believe.
Let this be a moment’s escape,
As I puff Time, from my fingers on your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sit alone, have a look on your journey all the way. truely cordinate with your heart and mind. you will certainly get some peace if not totally. exception is always there. very difficult to clap one hand.