By Death, dear, and the name of Hell
Wouldst thou, one day, so ring my knell?
By Hell, and Death, I'm just a shell
I ask thee, love, just do it well
Thy voice I wish, to so, love, hear
Thy touch I want, my love, to feel
But death will come and that's the deal
Forgive me, love, I too do fear
That I, O dear, be put to rest
And never get to be thy best
To lay my hand on thy soft chest
To feel thy heart to me so nigh
To kiss thy lips and never sigh
But what if God says I die…?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem