Chimes again the executioners bell.
Toll of longing, call from hell.
Chimes again the voice of passion.
Words of fire, inflamed desire.
Last march of solitary devotion.
Heavy, in chains, without emotion.
Chimes again the singing bell.
Crashing down like an empty shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glad it's not chiming for me! I like the poem.