As I walked out one evening,
Down the streets,
I witnessed a crowd upon the pavement,
Where I once saw harvest wheat!
And down the banks as I walked,
Beside the brimming river,
I heard a lover sing,
“Love has no ending…
I will love you till death and life shall one day meet!
I will love you till the ocean is folded,
And hung up to dry! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem