Through the window light does shine.
Sits, Myself, here sipping wine-
Thinking of the past: our days.
The breath of you still near Me stays.
'Weak', I know this now you think,
'He probably can't sleep a wink.'
Right you are, for oh how 'He's-
Cursing your left memories!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem