If I were to stand in a pool of your tears
And found that my acts placed them there
Then love, my love… I would sink to hell.
Where there is life I would not dwell.
My heaven, sweet heaven, is in your smile,
And heaven’s beauty I wish not defile;
So, if my lips were to kiss one not your own,
I pray my head would fall off its bone
That it does not reach my heart of stone,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem