The night is silent and solemn, alone
at a loss for words am I
someone's playing Chopin's Nocturne
it brings tears to my very eye-
every note drifts in the chilly air
past memories return to remind-
all the dreams of youth then and there
have fled- 'tis true: love is so unkind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem