I would be standing alone with a plea
Like a frail structure in solitude,
If had not you helped me so nicely.
My heart is filled with humble gratitude.
When no one did appear to be mine
I was really alone among crowd,
Then you appeared as a silver line
Being so friendly, in the deep dark cloud.
Your sweet words, filled with real sympathy,
Soothed my heart and saved my sinking hope.
You helped me forgetting the tragedy
And encouraged me with strength to cope.
All these support made me obliged to you
And I can never forget your virtue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't want to be too critical but the reading of this is very difficult. Some of the words don't match. The sentiment is lovely, its almost as if there is something lost in a translation. Greenwolfe 1962