This poem is written by Dimcho Debelaynov. Translated by Dimitar Dimitroff. You can find the original in Bulgarian here.

 

Should I fail to return from war,

no heart will wither weeping –

my mother I have lost, woman

never knew, have no fellows.

 

Yet my heart grieves not –

I’m an orphan, full of sorrow,

and mayhap, in victory and joy

death shall soothe my soul.

 

Sad is my path, I know.

Inside I have my fortune

for I am rich in sadness

and happiness unshared

 

I shall leave this world,

homeless, the way I came,

as peaceful as the song,

whispering a needless memory.

 

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