My spirit of life fades away when you are gone
My time stumbles
And I pass it
As if I've been sitting by
A stagnant river,
I gradually become feeble
Thousands of remembrance throng into the head
And I lose myself into the oblivion,
Have I drunk the water of Lethe?
Yes. You are nothing but of it,
But today I have lost the path
To go to you
So, there is only dejection!
Oh! I want to drink it more
Has Lethe lost its powerful rapport?
Nicely incorporated oblivion to Lethe and to thoughts ... beautiful poetry. Lost paths can be discovered for it's still time and still sun shines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If love does not live in the temple of the heart If love is not combined with breathing If love is not a shadow of deep sleep and waking That's where the lover's heart feels loneliess