Voice of piercing heart
Of eastern lovely call
Sound of dieing soul
Through the mist of a warful glade
Bivouac still me there
The gun stole my refulgent beauty
Gone is her sound
Heard is her call
Just in the night.
It is beautiful poem on love having haunting expression and nice diction. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Call of the dying soul, call of love which is no more heard..beautiful