'The evening is bathed in golden light.
How stately the forests stand.
The soft songs of birds mingle
with the soft evening breeze.
What are the breeze and birds whispering?
They are singing the world to sleep.
Oh, endless desires! You grant
My heart no rest, no peace.
What yearning beats in my heart!
When will it rest? When will it slumber?
The wind and birds whisper….
But when my longing ever sleeps?
When there are no more golden sunsets
on the far horizons to where my spirit flies
on wings of dreams
when my eyes no longer gaze on
The ever-distant stars….
Only then will the whisper
Of the wind and birds…
… end my yearning.
And my life.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem