What must I do, when my wings are no more?
I cannot search for your heart, as you are asoar.
If my wings are never to be repairable,
Then by the will of the gods, they doubt we are inseparable.
Should you ever miss me, have no uncommon fear,
For that of my true love shall always be you near.
And if my wings be revived by you, I know,
That our love will too, fly with us towards our heavenly home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem