No more should thy arrows pierce my heart;
No more shall a new day have no start;
No more bangs on the head for fading bloom;
No more shadows in the darkness of my room.
The bells in my grim little life have already tolled.
A fascinating journey the world is about to be told.
No more shall your waiting in vain my life mar;
I'll keep you in my heart, but dead as an old star.
You counted on my loving you would finally kill me;
You counted that true to my word I would still be.
But I will bury it in the soil; not that it might one day regrow,
But that finally I can step on it, and on my way go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said my friend. Full of passion and determination.