Cries my heart for thee, doth she feel or see my pearls of salty salts(tears) ?
Cries my life in cruel, doth she feel the pain of my heart?
Still the love of stillness- -she stole my heart,
Doth it with her as it was with me?
My love, my feelings, my emotions- doth she feel like me?
O thee...
This lover beggar- -begs thou,
Can thee show me my heart of me, which has with her.
Can thee?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem