Her touch has such softness I'm bound to miss,
Light as a feather blown upon my face,
To lay like lips with tenderest of kiss,
That memory will always bear the trace;
As stars of thousand longings are her eyes,
Which haunted me in dreams for crores of years,
And nothing graver than what time denies,
Is losing her, my heart so greatly fears;
A million dawns must break just to erase,
The lust and all the secret ecstasies,
So to with dreams that heart has marked to chase,
And pain when known truths turned to fallacies;
……O how could things turn out this wise to be,
……But what a way to spend eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem