To see a corpse, to think of cemetery, and then feeling of death...
but to me being a lively corpse, death a natural thing of beauty.
I die my beauty everytime,
I live every second my love in seclusion as you come to me.
Beta, I'm dying every moment before my corpse to its cemetery;
You in my heart and eyes though my eyes can't catch your beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem