Silent night, a gloomy evening
While half of the world is dreaming
A sullen soul keeps wandering
Outside the warmth of earth, trembling.
Not a beggar but begs for love
A spirit who can’t soar above
While lilies and peonies bloom
This soul is trapped amidst gloom.
Living in a world without affection
Enwrapped the core with endless affliction
Oh, soul deprived of his haven
Shuts his heart and turns sullen.
Cold like a winter ice
While the sun still rise
This sullen soul’s fate turns obscure
And thy once love becomes impure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem