The gallops of moving time, can you hear?
Its chariot gallops forever,
Raising heartbeat of the galaxies.
When the darkness is crushed under its wheels,
The star's heart breaking cries.
My friend,
The ever rushing time,
Caught me unawares in its nexus.
Picked me up in its chariot, for an unknown gallant jaunt,
That carries me far, afar from you.
Thousands of deaths I have crossed it appears,
Today on top of the mountain of dawn,
The speeding wheels of the chariot spread in the air, my past names,
To return there is no way,
If you ever see me from a distance,
You shall recognize me not.
Farewell, my friend!
If in your lazy hours, fully relieved from daily chores,
Amidst the breezy spring air,
Deep sighs may blow at night from the past's shores,
The skies will be pained by the cries of fallen flowers,
At that moment you may start a search for my past,
In the corners of your heart, in cells of your memories,
Perhaps it can shed some light,
Perhaps it will require some nameless illusive form,
Yet, it is not illusion,
It is my deathless truth,
It is my love.
That is the trail I leave behind,
An offering to you which shall remain changeless,
While I drift into the flow of changes,
My friend, farewell!
You haven't sustained any loss,
If you have created an immortal icon out of my mortal frame,
Worship with flames, may it be your evening game,
Your game of homage,
Which will not become inauspicious by the smears of my daily touches,
Thirsty flow of ecstasies,
No flower on your offering plate shall turn vile.
Decorate your human feast with care maximal,
With nectar of emotions, with words that long to flow,
Will not allow to diffuse,
What remains treasured in specs of sands wet with drops of tears,
Today, you too, dear, perhaps shall utter,
Dreams of my memories are utterances of yours,
It's weight shall not bear, shall not bother,
My friend, farewell!
Do not mourn for me ever,
I have definite tasks in this world's sphere,
My vessel is far from being empty,
Shall fill all nulls, shall be my oath.
On shores if anyone waits for me,
I shall be thankful to thee,
From the bright fortnight I attract,
Tuberose's circlet, which can decorate,
Plate of offerings in the dark night,
He then gains to visualize me through unlimited faculties,
Blend of virtues and vices,
Today, shall offer all these to thee.
To you I offered whatever,
The rights to these, you've already taken,
Drop by drop, all that I had to offer,
You've slipped on all sad memories,
With both your palms filled with that nectar,
O the excellent, affluent being,
What I offered to you were only your fairings,
The more you accepted,
The more you indebted my soul.
So my friend, farewell!
Source: Internet
Its chariot gallops forever,
Raising heartbeat of the galaxies.
When the darkness is crushed under its wheels,
The star's heart breaking cries.
My friend,
The ever rushing time,
Caught me unawares in its nexus.
Picked me up in its chariot, for an unknown gallant jaunt,
That carries me far, afar from you.
Thousands of deaths I have crossed it appears,
Today on top of the mountain of dawn,
The speeding wheels of the chariot spread in the air, my past names,
To return there is no way,
If you ever see me from a distance,
You shall recognize me not.
Farewell, my friend!
If in your lazy hours, fully relieved from daily chores,
Amidst the breezy spring air,
Deep sighs may blow at night from the past's shores,
The skies will be pained by the cries of fallen flowers,
At that moment you may start a search for my past,
In the corners of your heart, in cells of your memories,
Perhaps it can shed some light,
Perhaps it will require some nameless illusive form,
Yet, it is not illusion,
It is my deathless truth,
It is my love.
That is the trail I leave behind,
An offering to you which shall remain changeless,
While I drift into the flow of changes,
My friend, farewell!
You haven't sustained any loss,
If you have created an immortal icon out of my mortal frame,
Worship with flames, may it be your evening game,
Your game of homage,
Which will not become inauspicious by the smears of my daily touches,
Thirsty flow of ecstasies,
No flower on your offering plate shall turn vile.
Decorate your human feast with care maximal,
With nectar of emotions, with words that long to flow,
Will not allow to diffuse,
What remains treasured in specs of sands wet with drops of tears,
Today, you too, dear, perhaps shall utter,
Dreams of my memories are utterances of yours,
It's weight shall not bear, shall not bother,
My friend, farewell!
Do not mourn for me ever,
I have definite tasks in this world's sphere,
My vessel is far from being empty,
Shall fill all nulls, shall be my oath.
On shores if anyone waits for me,
I shall be thankful to thee,
From the bright fortnight I attract,
Tuberose's circlet, which can decorate,
Plate of offerings in the dark night,
He then gains to visualize me through unlimited faculties,
Blend of virtues and vices,
Today, shall offer all these to thee.
To you I offered whatever,
The rights to these, you've already taken,
Drop by drop, all that I had to offer,
You've slipped on all sad memories,
With both your palms filled with that nectar,
O the excellent, affluent being,
What I offered to you were only your fairings,
The more you accepted,
The more you indebted my soul.
So my friend, farewell!
Source: Internet
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