I was not sleeping, but I was dreaming.
I stood alone when winter came sweeping;
It was terrible and cold, I shivered;
I stood confused, not knowing what to do;
I was lonely, I trembled, I quivered.
I was not sleeping, but I was dreaming;
And that was the moment I thought of you.
I was not asleep; so how could I dream?
And to think of it, how it made me blue;
I was frightened; I wished it was not true;
It was so dark, and the sun set at two;
I wished 1 could weep. I wished I could scream,
But I was helpless and nothing could do;
So I nursed my grief when I thought of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem