The old song
We used to hear,
Now that everyone is gone
Who will say it to live on?
Since my heart forever lost you,
I didn't think it possible
I could hear it anymore!
And yet lo! the other day -
At days end, as I recall,
With a strange moon up hi,
Clear and so far withal-
As I was aimlessly walking,
In the neighborhood of old,
I heard it one more time,
In the spot we used to go!
Recognized it when I heard it,
The old song I love so much,
Even though it didn't sound
Like the happy song we sang.
For it wasn't now spreading
Its sweet longing anymore,
But was groaning and moaning
A voice lost forever more.
And it felt, I can't say,
As I heard it there again,
But all around and inside
Were black and mere pain
That I started walking faster,
In that bitter night so dread,
With eyes looking down
As if seeing a dear friend dead....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem