I set out towards the grave of the one I've lost.
The weather is bitter cold and the ground is covered with frost.
When I get there my heart starts to beat fast.
I remember that its been much too long since I visited her last.
I tell her that I miss her more and more since G-d took her away.
But I know that He will let me see her again someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem