foul this capricious farce, masquerading as fate;
cruel spectre that would lead to darkest melancholy;
each surging memory the echoing chorus of a bittersweet sorrow -
slowly fading vestige of a dying heart;
soul-wrenching testament to life's never-ending folly.
forever solemn breaks the day, since death we two did part;
and yet, even still - eclipsing reason or doubt -
love neither flickers nor fades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem