Long was the night when we met fate,
Long was naught before love was hate;
Long is the pain that we must endure
Trying to learn a truth so pure.
Far is the hour when time's forgot,
Far till men what they sowed have got;
Far is the pain that we must endure
Trying to learn a truth so pure.
Where are the faces, where have they gone
When no one is left to sing their songs?
Why the pain that must be endured-
Trying to learn a truth so pure?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its beautiful, all i can say