Cry and you cry alone
This saying haunts me on my own
In melancholic mood I rest
In bed deprived of vim and zest.
My strength is drained and thoughts unclear
That’s all because my love’s not here
If she was with me I’d be changed
But she’s not and I feel quite deranged.
My thoughts are muddled and confused
This heart of mine is being abused
Like a river-bed all cracked and dry
My heart is hard and gone awry
But if just one tear of love should fall
I’d know that love had finally called.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem