Solitude of nothingness
Dwelling in folds of night
Thinking of days gone by
When silvery moon shone bright......
From moon's milky resplendence
Love lighted her own fire,
The shimmering of that love-lamp
Painted shadows on walls.......
Shadowed ghosts then ran
Their fingers through night's tresses
Forlorn solitude rested
In entangled lock's embraces........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem