I have given all that I have
To myself
And that's a proof of the love I have
For myself
This is a vapor volatile as it is
Escaping to those souls like mine
And all that I have to all that I care
For love's only gift is to share
When I am gone
My grave of a little abode
Too small to hold my luggage
Shall leave a lot out to hate
So great a fortune my small love
Can carry to distribute and lighten my load
When I am gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too small to hold my luggage! In the grave; with the muse of life. Nice work.