Please, please come
And let me see you,
How far you are in truth!
But truth is that
Your relative may insult you,
And an insult from a
Near and dear or say relative
Is worse than death.
Death is the only truth here.
Future is good or bad,
No one can say in loud voice,
But one can say how far
One is committed to time,
And how anxious to escape time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem