We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.
As formerly, amidst snow,
It is difficult to adjust, once down,
Let the flowers
It might be possible to live in the valley,
Meanwhile it is not easy here in Katmandu,