Life sings; a melodious song from the distance,
Painful flow of the river to dissolve unto the eternal,
Alone, on the banks I sit, gazing at the reflections,
Decades have I spent here listening to the wind!
I was born here; upon the grass I have a home,
Seasons come and peep through the window,
Travellers stop and rest, for a while, and then
Follow their path to the destination, unknown!
Never had they said adieu, but I watch them
Disappearing unto the woods, the distant path,
Again, alone I am in the melancholy!
I need my rest; upon the banks of this river,
Covered by green, near my tomb, look at a tree,
The shadow by which I will remain embraced;
Alone, when I dissolve unto the soil, see the branches
Withering unto me, the fragrant, beautiful flowers!
Hear the painful song of my soul, beloved, when,
The chilled wind seep through his branches!
When you visit me, oh traveller, look at the clouds
Showering from the heaven of my heart- a drizzling!
Be right there, amidst the rain, my teardrops from the skies!
I lived here with a longing for you- for a lifetime!
On the bank of a river, that flows, tranquil ever!
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