Classic Poem

You have gone. Ah, you have gone.
Shattering the verdant brilliance of the mountain, hard as it might be, cutting off all
ties, gone along the narrow path that opens out to the maple grove.
The old vows, firm and splendid as flowers of golden metal, have turned to icy dust
and flown off in the breath of a sigh.
The memory of a sharp first kiss d the compass needle of my fate, stepped backward and faded.
I am deafened by your perfumed sounds and blinded by your flower-like face.
Love too is man's lot; even if we have not neglected to prepare with fear of parting at
meeting, parting comes upon us unawares and the startled heart bursts with a fresh sorrow.
However, since I know that to make parting the font of needless tears is to shatter one's own love, I transferred the uncontrollable power of sadness and poured it over my forelock to quench the old ill with a fresh hope.
Just as we fear parting when we meet, we believe we will meet again when we part.
Ah, even though you are gone I have never said goodbye.
The sad melody of my song of love curls around your silence.