My sadness has brought me on to the verge of death,
What a death blow my heart has received,
What began as a dropp ended as an ocean;
How these tales have stretched about,
about the people sickened by love;
My broken heart is really a sight to be seen,
My temple which has been wrecked by grief,
Someone it seems have fathomed this tale,
That love sickened people surely meet death,
Here I have been reduced to mere dust,
There she displays herself in great pride,
My death has left me stunned,
as every maniac meets its dead end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very powerful poem- I love it! I like it especially because I can relate to the feelings expressed here.