The innocent man is alone,
Everybody has left him,
Being afraid,
He weeps and weeps,
But in vain,
Then he stares at the serene moon
For a long time with his grievous eyes;
Suddenly he feels
The tranquil moon gently consoles him,
"Why are you weeping?
I am the most beautiful thing of this realm
And I am always with you."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Loneliness! ! Trying to stand the odds alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.