You see this my
pompous body,
It shall die and be
seen no more,
Do you really see
how handsome I am? .
The shining skin of mine
I assure you,
For only a while it shall be,
But the breath of my ink,
The oiling fluid of my thoughts,
Like rock of ages,
Like an everlasting stream,
It shall live with the world around,
I may die and not ink,
But if my ink lives for ages,
I have a honour and glory,
As a soul ever lived,
Died and vividly recalled
For the prominence of my ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem