Lily, Lily! I am sighing
With despair and hopeless woe.
I’m tormented and I’m dying,
And my soul has lost its glow,
But my love evoked no pity:
You consider me pathetic.
Keep on laughing: you are pretty
Even when unsympathetic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice and deep with a touch of sadness and love