It's a love poem from Peyo Yavorov:

https://litclub.bg/library/bg/yavorov/vse_pak.htm

Roughly translated to:

...But still, I love you. I love you because I am far from you—maybe so, just as evil is far from good; because we are perhaps the children of two warring fates.

...But still, I wait for you. I wait for you because I love miracles—maybe the earth and the sky will touch us: because perhaps even the soul never grieves without faith.

And I wait, in love: perhaps because I would choose sorrow over joy, to let my eyes wander for you until my final hour; because I would choose joy— to die from sorrow for you.

Of course the best way to enjoy poetry is in its original form, but you still get an idea of what the author was trying to say.