Here is the gist in English:
This day . . .
I let you on your path,
May you ride your dreams.
This day . . .
I have braved to overcome,
My false sense of home.
This day . . .
I leave behind the familiar,
To seek the meaning of life.
This day . . .
I spread my wings,
For a borderless flight.
Tomorrow . . .
I shall discover my chance,
To live and grow without regrets.
Note. After a few days of writing this, I remembered the original trigger for this poem -- it happens to be a poem by Dr Bhavita Saxena, which I had read in Here & Now, 22(4) (Oct-Dec 2008), p. 7 (PDF version available here).