O vermeil mouth that I have kissed in vain,
O hair that was a golden web of pain,
Woven to hold my heart! -
Since you are lost, and Love is fled from me,
With you I fain would lose Love's memory,
And let my dream depart.
O arms, O bosom, white as foam or fire,
Made warm for my delight and my desire,
Return, return to me -
Or take with you the passion and the pain,
The lonely grief, the longing all in vain,
The dream, the memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem