If I leave earth, I wish to leave saying it
to the whole world: ‘I have no sorrow in mind.'
‘No sorrow I have'—writing these words and
wreathing them in mind, I wish to leave silently
feeling the warmth of happiness on my body.
I have seen Rose; its thorn has not got shelter
into my mind. Being a Chital fish, I have swum
in the unfathomable youth; age and decay
have never been able to touch my soul.
Winter has retreated; cuckoos have started singing
the song of flowers throughout my existence.
If I go back, I wish to go saying it: ‘True and
beautiful is the muddy hut made with affection
on the desert of life. True and beautiful are
Night's moonlight, Day's civilization, mother's
honey-call, child's face and beloved's sweet words.'
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.