If we live, we might meet,
If we die, we shall meet for sure.
But now there is nothing we can get.
You looked and smiled and I believed,
But every look and smile deceived.
Another friend would hope no more,
Then what I hoped for.
None ever did I like so much
As I did of you.
Not a word could I bear spoken against you.
Though did not speak,
We looked and understood.
But instead of love
A pure solitude, you gave.
Till sometime it did seem,
Better if I were never to see you again.
But if we live, we might meet with pain
If we die, we die with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem