What is Love?
Neither sorrow nor joy,
Every joy suffers a sorrow
Every sorrow has a sense of joy.
Neither pleasure of obtaining
Nor any grievance for the loss,
Neither time to shed the tears
Nor the time to flash a laugh.
What is Love?
Neither smile nor tear,
Each tear bears a smile
And each smile hides a tear.
Neither matter what is gained
Nor the care for what's spent.
The sight of Love
Is quite a Deity
And all the heart-whelm praise of Love
Is Love's satiety
Is Love's quite a true identity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nice expression. Profound thought!