When I am gone,
And sorrow takes its hold,
You’ll journey far across the world,
And follow roads your spirit told.
Don’t grieve, my dearest—
Love binds our souls as one.
Just listen gently to your heart—
You’ll find me in the sun.
When I am gone,
The autumn rain will fall,
Leaves will dance and whirl on high,
As forests don a crimson shawl.
They’ll waltz to minor melodies,
To Chopin’s tender sound,
And you will see my hands again,
Where music once was found.
When I am gone,
Don’t cry, my love—be free.
Love binds our souls forevermore;
Your heart will carry me.
Plant lilacs when the springtime glows,
And in that bloom, you’ll see—
My image there in morning light,
Returning love to thee.
When I Am Gone
© Copyright: Зейнаб Салимова, 2025
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