At The Last Stair

I find The old traveller, Today he is there...... At the last stair Of the earthly sphere, He remembers the great incidents of his life One by one, Tears of joy and pleasure Come in his sensitive eyes, Though the eminent traveller is At the last stair of the world, He doesn't lament, Sweet fragrance of this planet Fills his inner self to the fullest, He knows the holy soil so well, As he examines deeply into his heart, The traveller sees no trace of scars In the soft core of his heart, Strange indeed! The old pilgrim feels himself absolutely saturated today, Yes, he is at the last stair, So what? He has no complaint whatsoever, He is the happiest of all.