Remember, the hope is yet unburnt.
Fair Love, more it could thrive or utterly die
Although it's soul tumbling high and low.
Swear! I love not the lie
Or never want I to hunt
Your pain, either you cast me or allow.
I love you because I love myself,
Because, 'tis you with whom I seek myself in mirror
And reflect as a mature man.
Swear! I love you as just as before
Or, essentially my love deep-delve
You, as far as, can.
Not in a single word I can describe you,
But the years pass by, with their eternity
And hope wanders through a narrow gut
And every pulse wins pity;
Much are untold, and very few
I can share with the reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem