Here, sitting in Shakespeare reading of Lear,
O how I wish this ends, and my love be near.
The day came and the night along with it goes,
And all I have is perfect love to shadow my woes.
I sing in songs from the rhythms of my heart,
This blessing mine, in two lives, never! I thought.
But then the day came, and lo, it was so.
And now her love wipes away my woe.
She is the Innogen in the tale of Cymbeline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem