Nothing Goes in Vain

In this fleeting life with endless quests

For fame and powers and gains,

Oh, I trust, I trust with buoyant breast

That nothing does go in vain.

Oh, the esteemed pen that lose its words

And efforts that end with pain,

Or the plaintive prayers that stay unheard

Oh, nothing does go in vain.

For the tranquil whiles and pleasant hours

That today remain unsung,

Shall tomorrow turn in silken flowers

And make me bold and young.

And the constant falls and dismal songs

That cease the blooming light,

Shall shatter and beat all future wrongs

And take my name in height.

And every hope and every try

That ends today in tears,

Shall tomorrow break the chains and fly

And change the odious Sphere.



And no dream stays a dream, I trust

If the heart has the power to reign,

And no wish sleeps and merges with dust

For nothing does go in vain.