My soul cannot regain its peace, even if it is a temporary.
The charming dream of happiness was an illusory idea:
My knight found hearth in the abode of an another lovely fairy,
The everything in their life is wonderful and quite safe there.
Confused, bewitched and melted into vastness of the dreams' gallery -
It was naive and dangerous to build high castles in the air.
As a result, I'm doomed by fate to live alone for whole this century,
Because a heart does not agree forget someone who is a dear!
The tears slide out of my eyes not by my will, but on the contrary.
That hero is not a mine - from now on it became a clear.
I walk without sleep, arm in arm with longing, in a painful reverie.
My soul does ache and crie so much in icy silent atmosphere...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem