In my solitude, I think of you and weep,
But what’s the use, when you will never return?
Your departure was lonely and hard to believe,
And beside my cold body, only your absence remains—my brother’s empty place.
I see you in dreams and visions, time and again,
With two wings, leaning on a white cloud, smiling.
Though your smile is sweet and comforting,
The pain of your absence fills my soul with sorrow.
My hidden grief wears a new robe every day,
Leaving me only the longing to see you again.
There is always an empty space beside me,
Beside my loneliness—and my mother’s tears.