Forgot-forget of sorrow gone...
Until the eve, of next dead's dawn.
Be yet so brave as never thought.
Behave much better, as better naught...
Beneath the sorrow of my name...
No one to know-no one to blame.
No sorrow for this broken heart...
Beyond our own, our only part.
Feel no rumors of fallen shame...
Feel all good, for God-the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An ethereal treat, indeed, Sir Michael Jeffrey....reminds me of a contemporary psalm...or an add-on to the TEN commandments? ! How wuz yir' Turkey Day, oh Quiller of Couplets? ! FjR