Hold out a light-
For dark is the world-
And sad is my lot-
I cannot see through this hour of despair.
My tears fall heavy and hot.
You've taken a precious part of me.
My heart? My soul? My mind?
How can it be-
Dust unto dust?
When a part of me remains behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem