I was asleep with you
In the morning I got up
But you I found not
Though every where I was looking for;
Finally I failed,
Your dear body is now getting rotten
All are taking a great step
For putting it under ground;
Finally I looked at that memorable face
My face reflected on it
But was no way to do any case
How pathetic truth it is!
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I would like to translate this poem
D.E.A.T.H Dealing of times in endless journey. Abrupt greatly departure tabulates all pathos of life in hall of loving heart!