What force attracts us to each other?
Sometimes it's so unintelligible:
It won't be grudge of tendeness or parting,
All will be in the life, indeed.
It plays with us as if with mere toys,
Will cause a quarrel, or a piece next moment,
At self-will writes its own verse
About life, no matter of the consciousness.
It surely creates, but then destroys the building,
Takes in captivity, but then let us to freedom.
And every time in every pace it's winning...
And such a puzzle is love's strength, but serious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem