Persistent solitude your departure has brought me
I accept rudeness had been mine
But judge after when the past you see
And recall, anon all the pain will line.
Yet another of words inked unto you
Albeit not mightier than that sword
Which, a thousand times, in my heart you put through
But a lucid poetry, uninfluential to you.
Again you will think this is a silly sad tale
Of a long lost lad, poor and pale
I beseech you, stay with me till the end
To listen this lore, two lapses thee lend.
But I should have asked you plenty of time
If this story were to be from the beginning
But this is an extract of rhyme
Presented to you by this heart lamenting.
I know not whether I am right or wrong
This time my words are not so strong
But weakness to me you’ve attributed
And still I wish this bosom should not be substituted.
I know not what this will come
Whether you will return or make fun
Or be indifferent like a passer-by.
The choice is yours, coercion I cannot apply.
I know not how I will act
In any of the choices that you make
For me you’ll be all the same, the fact.
Of all these days that have passed
My thoughts on you never happened to last
O where are you? Even your voice is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem