Chug a lug-chug a-lug....
Nothing like the smitten bug.
We thirst for love, one love-embroiled...
From our work, of earnest-toiled.
Cupid's arrows, cling to, start...
From our one-enamored part.
Chamber's blood did rise and boil...
Fro' thy jealousy, paid as spoil.
This wounded heart, did break and crack...
Wished I did, that You'd, came back.
Feelings fed of a ruptured part...
Loneliest be-this punctured heart.
Pain now no longer, teases me...
Love hath hap ply, over taken-ye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the verses are vivid and imaginative..outstanding work