The boy said me: “how painful it is!”
And I feel guilty somehow.
Not long ago, he was living in bliss
And knew no sadness till now.
But at this moment he surely knows sorrow
No less than the wise and the old.
It seems that his eyes have begun to grow narrow,
And their once blinding light is now cold.
I know: that his pain will soon be too much,
The pain of first love is intense.
So helpless and feverish was his touch
As he was stroking my hands.