Her eyes had been wet with tears
And she had weeping,
Sobbing and sighing,
Oh, the heart turned stone,
How could it be!
Why he did he love,
If had not to caress it?
Betrayals are many,
But the good souls rarer and rarer,
It is good heart which but never betrays,
Try to understand love
And its tender feelings of heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem