After a year I came again to the place; 
The tireless lights and the reverberation, 
The angry thunder of trains that burrow the ground, 
The hunted, hurrying people were still the same-- 
But oh, another man beside me and not you! 
Another voice and other eyes in mine! 
And suddenly I turned and saw again 
The gleaming curve of tracks, the bridge above-- 
They were burned deep into my heart before, 
The night I watched them to avoid your eyes, 
When you were saying, "Oh, look up at me!" 
When you were saying, "Will you never love me?" 
And when I answered with a lie. Oh then 
You dropped your eyes. I felt your utter pain. 
I would have died to say the truth to you. 
After a year I came again to the place-- 
The hunted hurrying people were still the same...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    