I will not come again. For what are all expences -
Your calls, my boldness, honesty in vain?
For you are not at all in love of and connected
To all what world is proud of and great.
So let it be as you all your life wanted -
Belong to no one, as it was your will.
And not in any one - so fly, like nameless comet,
Which only in the Sun is seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds like you wrote this poem about me. : -)