You Are Always Missed. Poem by Wangchat konyak

You Are Always Missed.
(Wangchat Konyak)

There you are my dear,
Happy like the birds in their flight,
Tender like the clear running streams,
And gentle like the flock of sheep in the lawn.
Tell me, my dearest.
Why must I not lament on your early flight?
I looked up at the night sky,
And wish if I could see you again.
I stroll down the lonely vale,
And wish if I could talk with you.
Tell me, my beloved sister.
Why must I not mourn on your departure?