I write this as I go;
I had to go and I cannot come.
And I may not come but I shall come,
As long as the trees planted by me live under the sun.
With ticking time and nothing to give,
I give my forgiveness and blessings to all beings.
Don't cry when you miss me;
Don't cry when you hate me.
I planted a gorgeous tree in the world,
It shall grow and flower for very long.
Live as long and as happy as possible then,
Because until the tree lives, I shall come.
Don't cry O Broken webs and vines!
Don't cry O Broken steps of heaven!
I shall follow you around from now on;
From misery to relief, from pain to joyfulness,
Wherever is your nest, I shall play next.
I have to go this time,
With you this was a happy life;
So many things undone,
So many promises unkept;
Now, promise me you shan't cry over them!
Forget them sadly
And forget me happily,
For this is my wish I continue my journey to heaven.
P.S. This is not goodbye, I shall see you on the other side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem