When am no more
When am long gone
Who will shed the last drop?
Who will mourn for a poet?
When my eyes close
And my nose cease to air
Who will wail for lost love?
That freely a poet gave.
When my casket lie
On table burial to await
Last drop of tear I wonder
Who will genuinely sigh?
For a lost friend!
A lost love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem