O may the day come where,
We may pursue any happy thing,
And everything that is fair,
But nothing of any evil doing,
Let it all become mine,
Let yours be of the same,
Let you become my Clementine,
And I, your Bellaklame,
But, when it all ends,
And we are all but vanished,
Let us be alright, my friends,
And let the world, and not us, be shushed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem