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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem