It began in serendipitous encounter,
Flourished in beauty and ecstasy sublime,
Fulfilled our lives with magical wonder,
Weakening and faint, withered in time.
Suffice it to say that love was our light,
The source of ecstasies within it did we find,
So many, and so intense, to our delight,
Its absence left me in darkness like a blind.
I grieve in silence for fate which cruelly
Had intentions above my reach to know,
But with my lament I voice allusively
To true love to which I renew my vow.
So is no more, but memory living part
Of a delightful dream sealed in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem