Farewell my dearer half, joy of my heart,
Heaven only knows how loath I am to part:
Whole Months but hours seem, when you are here,
When absent, every Minute is a Year:
Might I but always see thy charming Face,
I'd live on Racks, and wish no easier place.
But we must part, your Interest says we must;
Fate, me no longer with such Treasure trust.
I would not tax you with Inconstancy,
, you are not so kind as I:
No Interest, no nor Fate itself has pow'r
To tempt me from the Idol I adore:
But since you needs will go, may
Kinder to you, than
is to me:
May all you meet and every thing you view
Give you such Transport as I met in you.
May no sad thoughts disturb your quiet mind,
Except you'll think of her you left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem