‘I feel as if floating over clouds in the sky.
Whenever I walk, I cannot feel my feet.’
I ask myself with surprise, “Did I die?
But then, how do I hear my heart beat? '
I stop someone, who passes by,
‘Maybe he’ll help me, if he’s sweet.’
I tell him about my strange feeling with regret.
I must find, what’s wrong with me, somehow.
So I seek him, “Is this because I am dead? ”
He looks at me and replies thus: “No, not now.
This is not it. You are far beyond death.
This is what you feel when you fall in love.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem