In this viage
I am now coming to end
My head has fallen enough
A tease of time thy catch a man tame
And woman overcharged with victory
I am fed with thy foolish game
Thy blow me off the thrill of pleasure
And grant me grief beneath my roof
My heart, let us be far with haste
Beware prettiness of sun thy deceit me with love
Let us ride the night-up and vanish like fallen stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem