It is a great and noble thing
To give up oneself
In the hopes of a passionate Love
But it is also foolish
The great honour it may bestow
Leaves behind a crippling sadness
A hero nevertheless
Though tragic for the other half
Whose affections are unattended
Left to dim and die:
The embers from used kindling
From the fire into ashes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem