I gazed 'pon the sun of the
 day, 
That sells a wicked ray, 
I gazed upon the moon at night; 
That floods a shadowed fright.                                                  
And my eyes, crimson like a rose, 
B'yond what I could disclose
Fears gripped my heart and tears rolled down; 
My mild-cheeks, and with frown.                                        
I chased the nightly stars afar, 
And severed the love's bar, 
The joy of love's gone, never stayed; 
And ne'er know where it laid.                               
But without love, life's null and vain, 
E'en man's in nought but pain, 
Sadness, sorrow, parted my heart; 
Shall I e'er trend love's path?                          
Shall I love to make a good wife? 
Out of this tragic life? 
Where love fades away like a dust; 
'neath the banner of trust.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh so heart-breaking. Your pain shows in these well-versed lines. Losing love is a big suffering. Keep writing.