When colours from the earth fade away
And birds from nests stop to fly;
I won’t like to see the time, please let me die;
When sweet murmuring of streams vanish
And placid seas stop reflecting the azure sky;
I lose all my hope to live, please let me die;
When flowers forget to release fragrance into air
And petals do not open up to surly bees to fly;
I don’t like to see such a morning, please let me die;
When the hills stop revealing the sun at dawn
And to welcome the night evening feels shy;
It would be time to mourn, please let me die;
When my heart overflows with love for her
And a place in her heart she does deny;
I can’t bear the pain, please let me die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even if you can’t bear the pain, there is always hope. Letting you die should be the last resort.