My heart has flown from my chest

My heart has flown from my chest ,
I think, in the dream , it saw a fairy,
Whose beauty has made it a slave,
My untiring search has borne no fruit.
If someone happens to see an object,
Emitting the rays of dejection and rage,
Please detain it as the prisoner of love,
And send it back to me by post or mail.
Believe me, oh the people of the world,!
Without it , I have become quite harsh,
Nothing can dilute the severity of mind,
Nothing can give my words, a lovely tone.
Never in my life, I felt so helpless,
What answer, I must give to those,?
Who demand my heart from far and wide,
How I must tell them ‘it is no more with me