The soul suffering a burning separation
Neither have joy nor any peace of passion
When the tearing pain crosses the limits
I consoles it with an entirely false notion
That sorrow is the real treasure of of love toll
Is just a cheating with the heart and soul
But even this lame excuse and pretense
Cannot give to the burning soul a console
That sorrow is the real treasure of of love toll Is just a cheating with the heart and soul Nice idea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, well articulated and penned with insight to disabuse the minds with a notion running amok that sorrow is the real treasure of love. A nice piece with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.