Lady! wail not in solitude,
feel not despise of thy self,
Solace will not come to you in this way.
I will come to thy company
Though i have naught to spare
For i am hapless lad.
But let me give thou words of inspiration,
Let me wipe thy lonely tears,
For this are my sole gift for thou.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem