Rebirth Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

After Autumn passes,
Spring comes back.
I think Life and Death
Run on a circular track.

In death of the catapillar,
Is life of the butterfly.
Ah!Secret it reveals,
Mysteries it imply.

Phoenix enters fire,
Happily itself burns.
Thus, after old age
A new youth it earns.

In Winter, a pine tree
Sheds its old leaves.
Fresh, new, lush green
Leaves again it earns.

May be,we change forms,
When we become old!
May be,there is nothing
Beyond this our world.