ONE DAY I WROTE HER NAME

One day I wrote her name upon the strand.
But came the waves and washed it away;
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
'Vain man,' said she, 'that dost in vain essay
A mortal things so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.'
'Not so,' quod I, 'let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.'

Muhsin John Kurishingal