One Who Has Gone Poem by Akhtar Jawad

One remained with me in the sunlight,
One remained with me in the moonlight,
One combed my hairs with one's fingers,
One calmed down during my roaring angers,
One changed into sweet dreams my nightmares,
One from dawn to dusk had been May fairs.
One touched me so slowly that I couldn't notice,
One turned into worships my instinctive malice,
One a wind of pleasure that kills the pains,
One arose in my life as a cloud that rains,
One too far from my reach as I cannot fly,
One after a cry seen as a rainbow on the sky,
One leaving silver behind, taking back the gold,
One who has gone whispered, "You are now old! "