Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My version is more faithful to the original Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, my dear, You will be forever in my heart. A predestined farewell that is near Promises a reunion to those who part. Goodbye, my friend, with no hand or word, And don’t let sadness bend your brow. In this life to die is not a new trend, And to live surely isn’t newer anyhow.
You version is really better, I red that poem in original