When in the evening I feel alone,
I sing to myself your song,
And feel your presence in my heart,
As if you are singing along.
Then I feel like a lotus flower
That closes itself with a sigh,
Or like a lonely teardrop
That trembles on the brink of the eye.
I know not whose sorrow is contained
In your song, yet I sing,
And see you in my mind's eye,
Consoling some unknown sad being.
Now only a tomb is your address,
Yet people search for you for some solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem