True love is nowhere into human heart's
What virus strained our kindered spirits
Think awhile; how it has proven harm.
And heaven is not for those weaker spirits
Who have turned the universe into a communal farm.
It's a grim alarm, what has befallen to deputy
Of God, this conversation is viral in heavens.
No longer, in the garden is heard solemn melody,
The fruit and flower is too affected by this viral infection.
What has befallen, to that dove of spring, truly
She was mine: what myth infected her passion.
True love is nowhere in human heart's,
Lovers sing, Upon your head; something eerie is hovering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem