As I sit by my window the whole night long,
I heard well up from the high balcony
A diva's passionate song.
I thought of myself so sad and lonely,
my mind so weary and sick and wild,
Of my heart too sad to sing.
As I listened to the diva's song
A thought stole into my saddened heart,
And I said, 'I can cheer some other soul
By a song's simple art.'
Many times from the darkness of hearts and lives
Come songs that brim with joy and light
The diva sings only during the night.
So I sang a love song for a friend's ear
In a strain to soothe her bleeding heart
She smiled at the sound of my voice and guitar
I smiled in turn, and into my soul came a light
In trying to soothe another's woes
Mine own had passed away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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