When Dreams Die

There was a dream in my heart, that one day in the joy of finding you I would weep and wail with happiness. Yet that very you—someone else has found and claimed!

I had such longing, that in the right to touch you I would scream with laughter from pure joy, yet that very you—now another person touches every day!

Sister, oh how much I yearned, to share with the whole world the bliss of having you near me just once, yet look, that very you has become another person's entire world!

The person I think of as my whole world—that very person's world is someone else!

Tell me, sister, can you say, when the person of one's heart has another person in their heart, how does it feel?
I tell you, listen! Just as a corpse burned on the pyre turns to ash, bones and all, blazing and crumbling to nothing, the heart too burns and crumbles to nothing just like that, oh sister!

You know, sister, everyone sees me alive, yet I know, I died and crumbled to nothing that very day when I heard from your lips that you love not me, but someone else!
That very day I understood, after my death there's no need to burn me anymore, even before dying I've burned to coal, oh sister, burned to coal!