friends and lovers lost to time
join the fretted pantomime
in this silent dream of mine
to all but me the song is mute
no one hears the somber lute
the saddest strain yet resolute
still the words are ever strange
that past and syntax rearrange
grief a dream can never change
and sadder too that time erases
memories of forgotten faces
and traces of far distant places
dreamers wake to feel the pain
and seek to memorize the strain
where facts and verities remain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silent dream comes slowly in to mind and talks about friends and lovers who lose time. Mute song in syntax still rearranges sweet tune of dream. Memories of forgotten faces flash and still dreamer wakes and feels the pain is so sad. Still variety remains to resolute problems and dream takes dreamer to reality and we hope for getting happiness...10
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