I remember thy western farewell,

I remember how darkness bids thee farewell,

When the clouds could only blush red,

Seeing thy tired eyes grown red,

I couldnot miss the chance to gaze,

Upon thee until thee are robed in horizon’s haze.

Sadness profound wraps me around,

Just as the darkness our earth surround,

I feel the ache in me ,

For ones whom iwill never see.

Or for memories which fade fast,

Or for glories past.

O sun wrapped in dazzling ray,

Why do thee leave us at end of every day?

Is it thy sermon that thee sends?

Do thee convey that every noble thing ends?