The world is so sympathetic for losing you
the universe is so silent for gaining you;
the stars are wondering where to hide
as a queen has come to heaven to stride;
she was so unique in her appearance
she always kept up her smile and diplomacy reins,
no matter whom she met or what she said
her mind always insisted on what she meant;
and though no clouds of darkness remain back
she is gone with her grace and lovingness
in that eternal kingdom to rest and dwell;
and as her country mourns for her
the Queen of England has left behind many memories
some so sweet, some so treasurable
that so many people so sadly grieve with pride
for the queen they loved and who loved them back
has departed leaving in their hearts a bond so hard to forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem