To the tune of "Red Lips"
Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.
Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.
Where is my beloved?
Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.
This is lovely and describes EXACTLY how I feel at this very moment, except for the fact that it isn't spring yet. Beautiful, evocative poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you missed your beloved by centuries....Loved it Only the fading grassland stretches endlessly toward the horizon; Anxiously I watch the road for your return.