In a short while you'll venture high above
Because this world has ceased to be your lot
And on your grave I'll plant with care and love
A small blue flower of forget-me-not.
And when I miss you, I shall take a stroll,
Then kneeling down, I'll shudder on the spot,
While watching dearly, craving in my soul,
The small blue flower of forget-me-not.
The day it withers, I shall not be sad
For we all know a flower will decay
But I am certain, and this makes me glad,
You won't forget me even for a day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem