with a candle's whisper, I'll still remember
when I'll be sitting on the heart's ruins so humble
what highness you've come up to in loneliness
while the whirl of the crowds began to mangle
and if the tear drops down with that pain
my soul in the side of you will help to sustain
when no one around to light up this heart
I'll show up there as shelter away from the rain
the crying soul of yours shall not worry
for you the eyes I shall give and the body
bring to your mind no more sadness
but a smile on these lips so fine and truely
but when the head is down and for sands it may
and you see the angels around you with a play
with a place so narrow and some weeps around
I shall ask at the end who will remember poor TJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem