Every commencement has to cease,
Everyone born would chance demise,
Though not the same for all
Everyone has this interval
Betwixt birth and death,
Besides striving for wealth and health
What you did in between was your call,
Apart from the awards and honors
Tons of hearts that were captured
Do in point of fact bear witness,
A signature to being aptly honored,
The ardent mortals are so, so many,
Their silence is the tribute to your euphony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The ardent mortals are so, so many, Their silence is the tribute to your euphony.' - The poem ends so beautifully with these two lines!