Should I tell you of a dreadful thought,
That makes me breathless, sobbing and crying,
Without her love my life's a knot,
Without me she's a paper flying,
She wept for all my pains, felt my gloom,
Did not sleep when I was away,
The thought that comes to my mind mom!
Will I weep for you or YOU will mourn me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem