Everything has swiftly passed,
As the cobwebs are swept away;
Nothing will ever be attached,
To the reciprocating memory.
Yesterday was a sea of nightmares,
There were death, decay, and tears;
But the spirit survived and rose,
After carrying the heavy cross.
Today there's no trace of bondage,
All is expunged, locked, and buried;
The senses are gradually returning,
To start afresh, anew beginning.
Tomorrow will be another day,
Bringing another radiant ray;
Let not yesterday happen again,
As the free spirit is set to win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem