The death of Love is a tolling bell
That mourns in sadness
Amid lonely lamentations.
Long after when the hearse as last
Has done, it slowly pulls away
Leaving desolate lacrimations.
The death of love does not
Close the book on life,
It just turns another page
It just puffs the candle’s flame.
It’s then time to dry the tears
It’sthen time to start aInew
It’s irrelevant who’s to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem