You are faint,
As cut off each fervent tie,
Like a dream,
Long ago I!
I am way off now,
Like the far-flung star of the night,
The very separation hit me then,
Like the arrow of Achilles from the height!
Roam around like an arcane galaxy,
Since you as the black hole are a nightmare to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem