In the loneliness of sorrow,
One light shines so timidly,
It's the light of sweet illusions,
That speak gently, cradles me,
The illusion that Love heals you,
That it's something you will find,
That when all is lost behind you,
Love can still make Life divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You give four examples of what are supposedly ILLUSIONS but they come across loud and clear as themes you have addressed in your poems, In fact your poetic voice is so distinctive it makes even an outlandish scheme seem to be a plausible gambit if it benefits others.Politicians and business people can be cynical, Poets have to be altruistic, generous in thought and deed.Poets cannot afford to be mean-spirited and small-minded. That should be a no brainer!