When you stop loving me
I will not love the moon
Will not look at the flowers
And won't ever revel in its
Fresh fragrance
When you stop loving me
I will make enemies to the
Stars and won't say a wish
When they fall and I will
Be in repentance
When you stop loving me
I will not go the stream, sit
On its bank waiting for you
And smile at ducks busy in
An amorous dance
When you stop loving me
I will keep windows shut
Wind will not wake me up
To your sweet songs, at you
I won't take a glance
When you stop loving me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a very good poem depicting our changed mood and attitude towards everything in the nature when we feel that the love for us has been stopped or diverted. It's the despair on lost love.