Why did you show me just a mere glimpse
Of wisdom and love and then so early took your leave?
It’s sad that your most treasured blood should forever miss you,
So melancholy that it should forever grieve.
Death must be such a sweetened pain
For it to entice your wisdom beneath the dust;
Death must be such a blessed curse
For it is the jewel of the just.
Your absence makes me think death
To be such a good and timely thing;
The ultimate prize of those widely loved,
The very acme of affection and its sweetest sting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem