So sad to wound your lover
To see the eyes look down-
As though the heart had dropped
Away, upon the ground
How rare we stop to think it
How limited the tongue; the
Poison half-buried even
Toward the most loved one
I'd put a lock upon it
Swear never more to harm
But tongues and locks will never fit
As well as hearts and arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem