I wonder at the thought, when

Thy lease with my life culminates!

Oh what a day will it turn out to be,

Even at this hour, when thy presence

Is profound in my life, I can feel;

The forlorn gloom, melancholic days

Dipped in the tears of thy thought,

Sails in front of my eyes. . .

The visions that I can see, will come

And with one blow take away all

the happiness and pleasure that

I enjoy in thy company…

This paradisal existence, in thy presence,

Would soon turn into a barren nightmare,

And the veil of gloom shall strangulate me

From within…

Your departure would be arduous to encounter,

But thou shall not stop!

Thou shall move on, for in thy happiness lies mine.

The sweet memories will linger in my memories,

The touch of yours I shall bore on my body,

And through these would obtain occasional glimpses

Of yours. Thou has made me gleeful, elevated my position,

I bless thee, bestow all my good wishes on thee,

That would keep you away from deuce interventions…

Move on! Move on! Stop not!