The numeration of memories are sorrows
In a dilemma, restrained paths to follow
All hopes and happiness has come to a mellow
Eyes gushed out tears into the night pillow
In the dim of darkness sorrows are in its apex
To comfort my mood the choice is the rose flowers
Every now and then I swim in the pool of tears
A thought of it engulf me with fear
I wish to cling to you when the night is near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem