And one day in the twilight of summer,
When the sun's brightness will remain but little,
You will sit on the top of the hill,
in the beautiful voiceless green woods
Watching your lifetime movie,
Nay, being swept by the waves of the sea
And you will hear the bell of the last call toll
Louder than ever!
And the sun will be nowhere to be seen
And you will enter the mysterious world
Where all religions and races live in unison.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem