Half Widow’s Pain in Separation
In your long quest I am tired,
To where did you fly, my beloved?
I have gone to woods and every place hired,
Come back to me now, beloved!
Wherever you are, you look at me,
At my torn clothes and consumed youth,
I even seeked for your silhouttee;
Please come to me now, beloved!
To where should I look at, then cry?
You left no picture, no grave.
I only have smoke of reminiscence. Try,
And meet me in dreams, beloved!
With all unfulfilled desires- unwise,
I am dying with unendurable pain.
Even if you are at the gate of paradise,
Cast on me one glance, beloved!
