when love steals the sun
and every beam of light
has vanished in the cloud
the moon avows the night
the melancholic fog
then lifts its dreary head
and those who sleep by day
arise as from the dead
stars are frail pretenders
in blue and purple gloom
their light beyond the reach
of every shuttered room
when love has taken all
and leaves us in the dark
the day is emptiness
the night without a spark
and in this dismal world
many lose their way
while darkness lingers on
though it be night or day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful melodious poem that is insightful and thought provoking too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.