The morning light is outside
The morning sorrow within
Which will overcome today
I don't know
I try to be in the light
But the sorrow at times is overwhelming
How can I make the sorrow the light?
I can't
The sorrow itself must
And sometimes it does
Often it does
Later in the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(The Morning Light Is Outside/ The Morning Sorrow Within - Poem by Shalom Freedman.) Sort of a paradox. Far better it were to have the light within and the sorrow without. Enjoyed your poem. Thanks.