look at the face painted in my heart
as if she was my bride
but i never dared to see her beautiful eyes
i was just her behind
as if it was the wish of my divine
girl rest me in your mind
lest arrest me another wind
with puff of smoke i try to
forget former pleasure
but no remedy made for such case
i sprink the water of my eyes
on the burning coal
but as the breeze it leads me in thy memories
i travelled at leisure but useless
journey made me such wanderer
if the liquor of thy eyes
not enough to forget thou love
let me live in hell like home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem