'… (there is) henceforth no end to the yearning, longing, rapture, and misery of Love:
world, power, fame, honor, chivalry, loyalty and friendship scattered like an insubstantial dream.
One thing alone, left longing, longing unquenchable, desire forever renewing its self, craving and languishing, save sole redemption: death surcease of being the sleep that knows no waking'.
(Richard Wagner - notes on the 'Opera ‘Tristan und Isolde) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem