Only a castle - in - the - air;
Only a dream lying withered there,
Covered with cobwebs fragile and grey,
Gradually fading and crumbling away.
Softly I tread the yesteryears;
Echoes of voices fill my ears.
Lingering perfume pervading the air
Captures the past and imprisons it there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem