With racing steps and flying hair,
Against the wind, without any care;
I run, I run towards the distant light,
As the rising notes give wings to my flight.
Is the voice I hear coming from the past?
Or my betrothed one is back at last!
The enchanted heart doesn’t stop to see,
Love or pain- what waits for me?
On I go with no end in sight,
Again I fall in a slumber light.
On the tears shed the moon did gleam,
Oh unfaithful love! It was but a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a dream, unfaithful love, good write, thanks.