It is the longing that sweetens the welcome
And loneliness proves worthy the company.
A lover lost taints the heart from time's cure
For when love is and now is no more
The bitter heart beats the lonely drum.
Alone, it was, alone and happy,
Yet love's deceit deepens with every sweet companion
Then sweetness by lovers fault or hatred's wile,
Drifts away. In its stead a longing,
A hankering for that which was,
That which now is no more.
Time may heal deeper wounds,
And forgive graver errors,
But time slowly processes alone into loneliness.
Night after night is spent craving what was.
Alone and lonely the disappointed lover
Stays, licking wounds and blessing
The earth with a taste of her tears,
And the air with the fragrance of her sighs.
Would that alone may remain alone
And not grow into loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem