Oh, How Can I Sing When My Heart Is Desolate Poem by Enache Dan

Oh, how can I sing when my heart is desolate,
And my soul vibrates on a stormy string.
I lived with you for years, shining in majesty,
But now, only memories support me, they are my sustenance.
To my surprise, I found out in the loneliness after your departure,
That for you, I don't exist, not even a shadow on the horizon.
In you, there's only a sky without stars,
Neither my trace nor my face is on your skin.
In our days of love, in dreams of hope,
I believed we were one, with love as our sentence.
But, like a lost boat, left in the sea of oblivion,
That's what I am to you, a nothingness in search.
In your soul, woman, what silence has fallen!
Our dead memory, to which no one witnessed.
You've extinguished from me, from love, even the smallest shield,
And now, with a heart on its knees, only pain beats in my chest.
In the summer days, when flowers bloom,
In winter nights, when all things halt,
I will remember what we once were,
And of your memory, which has perished in you, there's a purpose.
In this melancholy, I wonder with desolation,
What remains after years of happiness and downfall?
Only pain remains, the forgotten memory,
And in my heart, a wound that bleeds, unceasingly.
Oh, life, what a heavy trial you've given me!
With love I lived, and by love, I was cursed.
But even in this sadness, you left behind,
I will sing until the end, even if the sound is muted and somber.