Was there aside a weeping willow tree
Which graced a field of flowers fraught with dew
Amid the dawn the bitter night now through
A maiden rests where straying eyes can’t see
She wore the blessing of a youthful hue
Her hair was long and brown and flowed so free
Her face aglow in heaven meant to be
This flower’s beauty was a dream come true
And by her flowed a pool of reddened dread
From heart that has forgotten how to beat
And eyes which saw this story come to close
So there she sleeps upon her final bed
And what had brought an end to one so sweet
A legend only weeping willow knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem