Remarkable was the day of our birth,
Remarkable was our childhood,
And the years that followed too soon,
Remember our journey one last time,
Before you close my eyes.

With the sword of truth,
With no letter of acknowledgement,
My every poem had bloomed from you,
Whenever you rose as the Sun,
And neither you nor me know that.

Passionate was the life of arts,
Passionate was the stage that served me,
The haunting paradise in...