Neglected she cries:
Nothing equals my love to my unloved self!
How shall I dream of its continuation?
Taking a dying rhythm...and an occasional threat of words,
Which seems bitterer than a sweeter revenge?
I seem to love deeply,
The deepest wells which are empty from love
That owe nothing but negligence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem