Every now and then when all is quiet,
And the day has passed away,
I can hear the girl still softly weeping-
Her tears weigh upon all that is me...
For so long she's been trapped in my heart,
And sadly she does not sleep.
Sometimes her tears blind my eyes,
And her sorrow seeps into my soul-
For the girl is me, a part of me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem