The old leaves remain intact, leaving the new ones
Like the flowers bloom by day and wither before noon,
All day and night flourish the beauty and colour flourish.
For the sake of snowfall behind the pearls of the fragrant soon.
Like the lacklustre glittering inside the fathomless grassy land
Towards the sorrowful attitude gleaned with laughter, race.
Every time and every night, the flowers come in turns
So significant and bright for the change in height
In the low-lying land where the birds dislike the place
Where they leave forever despite joyful gleams all around.
‘ The Last Post’ is a poem of spiritualistic discipline in the pattern of humans’ arrival from and to this ephemeral world. Man lives with others in a social framework as a trend of universal appeal as a tentative flow. Man must die and everything in this mortal world is transitory.
