However selfishly we’d spent our days,
’Tis not too late to turn now selfless, man;
However sinful we’d been in our ways,
We need good deeds for health of soul like bran.
However unkind we’d been yesterday,
We ought to turn sympathetic henceforth;
However pow’r-mad, we ought to someday
Come down to earth and realize our worth.
However dishonest in life we’d been,
The truths will stare at us sometime surely;
However slanderous we were and mean,
Remorse alone can save our soul truly.
However steeped in vice were yesteryears,
We ought to practice virtues as death nears!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem