You flee like a thousand souls
For a journey beyond arrival
Your absence kindle in men
Days of grief; days of darkness.
Their heart rejoice painfully
saddled with inspiration of sad memories
Thus springing from their imaginations
Cause tears to distend their eyes.
Though you are gone
yet, I feel your warmest presence
Through the softly whispered wind
Consoling me of the grim torment.
New home you found yourself.
Through the squall, ...
I despatch my hand wave
And yours I feel by your word.