You had a dream, my heart, that tomorrow she would return and love you
That she would add to your joy and bear your distress and grieve
That she would spend the night with your sorrow and walk with you along the hard roads
I do pray to God that you are compensated but
Don't ask where she would go.. to hell I pray she go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem