Life is as gone with the wind,
Life is as gone to earth,
Love is as gone to flower,
Time is as gone to mirth.
Vanity is as gone to money,
Mist is as gone to mount,
Dew is as gone to praying,
Harsh is as gone to out.
Still is a few, and still, by far more,
The reality of me,
My beloved motherland, you restore.
Within your embrace, accept me.
Let the gone remain gone,
The One, the Lord I beg to stay.
May time be lost upon
But be lost inside my head.
May people know what I left behind;
May they be aware of my way
Let them know I am devoted to you.
Let them know how to love as well.
Poems flow like blood through my veins.
My blood like my poems swell.
Let them see
that all of this is my home,
my native,
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