I shall meet you with my silence and tears.

"When We Two Parted"

When we two parted                           
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well :
Long,long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee ?
With silence and tears.

George Gordon Byron (1788-1824, London)

In our parting hour when we two were separating, both were silent and in tears. Hearts were half broken and knew that this separation is for a very very long time to come. When I touched her cheek they were cold and pale. With the thaw of all warmth of heart, her kiss had become cold. Even before she left, the time itself came to meet me in person and truly warned me for all this sorrow, still I could not stop her from leaving! 

Even the thing as mild as the dew of the morning, dropped chill on my face and frightened me with that unpleasant feeling of winter cold. Unusual harshness of morning dew warned me of that sorrow to come when you are gone. How naïve my love was, to expect from you to fulfill your part of covenant of love. All your promises are broken now. Your fame is withering away. Alas! I hear they take your name with no honor in it.

They take your name before me because they do not know about our bond and because no one knows about our love. It sounds like death bell in by ears. I tremble with fear and sorrow while I hear your name like this. My dear! Why were you so dear to me? Even if I want to change my feelings now, I am unable. In the deepest of my heart, from where no words ever come out may I tell you, that I will regret this bond forever.

Now I grieve in silence. My silence is as dark as the secret of our meeting. I grieve that your heart has forgotten me. I grieve that your spirit has deceived. I wonder how I should greet you if ever I will meet you after so long. Oh! I know now, I shall meet you with my silence and tears.

Kartikey (for Life)