The light in the window seemed perpetual
When you stayed in the high room for me;
It glowed above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.
The light is fallen and you are hidden
In sunbright peninsulas of the sword:
Torn like leaves through Europe is the peace
That through us flowed.
Now I climb up alone to the high room
Above the darkened square
Where among stones and roots, the other
Unshattered lovers are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem