When I observe the world’s severity;
How it devours blood of hearts of men;
When friends of mine lose their society
With no further chance of praying Amen,
My heart to them flies sparrow-like;
My eyes do shower them with lustrous gem.
I cry for loves aborted all alike
In wombs of earth, without a hymn to them.
Then I dare ask “Am I allowed to be
A lover of the best damsel on earth?
Shouldn’t your love be disallowed to me?
Shouldn’t we forbid all merry and mirth? ”
Then let’s extend our love to all extents
To graves where ravens sing the owl’s laments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem