You brought thousand sparks of hopes and fears,
But left darkness while you moved to the wings
And showed how transient the cosmic play is!
Nothing is everlasting in this transient world,
Yet you would have waited a little while more;
For, who comes first must leave the stage first
And wait in queue till all in front left in turns;
But you jumped queue and left in unnatural haste
And left us to grope all life in darkness with grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem