The blood drips from his finger on to the spinning-wheel,
now he shall sleep forever, slumber deep as willed.
She feels a pain in her heart, not sure what from,
as she stops she feels the loss of something,
or someone.
Forever in a haze, been a sleep for days,
for where is true loves kiss?
If only he had his, but they never meet,
and so lies his fate never to awake!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem