I celebrate those sweet days
Which affect you no more.
I celebrate those honest hours
I spent with you.
Even if they are meaningless for you,
For me they are priceless
Like the memory of rain in a desert plain.
How can I forget them?
Since I hardly heard a word of truth
In my life, how can I forget them?
How can I forget your closeness that was
So inspiring in my, otherwise, miserable life?
These lines, though I know,
These lines won't touch you,
Still I let them flow.
I let them flow to the sublime tomb
Of her who died in you since we parted.
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