This poem was written by my friend, to whom I proposed to marry me to get my visa, remember. I still love it. Here it is English.

I swam for ages in troubled waters,
Against a relentless, unseen current,
Haunted by the chilling thought
That I was never meant for these depths—
Not in my element, not at home.

I drifted, lost in the chaos,
Caught in destabilizing whirlpools
That swept me far from familiar shores,
Stripped of all anchors,
Alone and adrift, I forgot who I was.

In the darkness of the abyss,
The sirens’ call lured me deeper—
Their voices a haunting lullaby
In the void, where fear froze me still,
Unable to rise, condemned to the depths.

My inner well ran dry,
A reservoir emptied of hope;
Drained, I trembled on the brink
Of surrendering to the raging storm,
The hope of rescue evaporating like mist.

Yet amidst the turmoil,
A dazzling light had shone all along—
A beacon I had once ignored,
Now a radiant lighthouse in the night,
Guiding me gently toward the surface.

I followed its warm, tender glow,
Letting its brightness seep into every shadow,
Lifting the fog of loneliness,
Transforming despair into a quiet grace.
I rose above the tumultuous waves,
Reclaiming the path destined for me—
Far from torrents of tears,
In a place where my soul could finally breathe.