While I was roaming the wide world <br />I came upon nations in graves: <br />The mighty and the meek lay there <br />Among them awe-inspiring braves. <br /> <br />Some were old men, some young heroes: <br />Viziers, teachers-everyone goes; <br />Their days now caught in the night's throes, <br />Here they lie with death's other slaves. <br /> <br />The path they took was always straight; <br />Pen in hand, they knew how to write; <br />Their tongues, like nightingales, sang right; <br />Buried they lie-sages and braves. <br /> <br /> <br />Mighty and low, everyone cried <br />When these heroic leaders died; <br />A broken bow at each graveside <br />Gallant men fell like stray arrows. <br /> <br /> <br />Their horses unfurled a dust cloud, <br />Drummers marched by them, beating loud, <br />Their might had done land and sea proud; <br />Noble lords now lie in death's caves<br /><br />Yunus Emre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-i-was-roaming-the-wide-world/
