I had a sudden, great desire to see again
the one who lived and saw with inner light
and loved infallibly.
The airport, where so many times I glimpsed
his anxious, noble face among the crowds,
now bore no trace;
I searched in vain in all his daily haunts: the
shops, the place of worship where, along with others,
he performed his prayers;
Today his face did not appear.
The room where he passed many happy hours
was very silent, very still; but now at last
I feel completely assured of his presence.
My desire to see the face of my beloved father
was overwhelming, as was my desire to hear his voice;
What was it he wished so urgently to say/
But a force called earth had stopped his voice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem