Can I, should I pity you
For knowing my dumb heart;
For once more waking my long dull aching.
Go fool: don't tend this heart!
Should I, will I...pretty you.
This heart flies off the handle;
All its life it's yearned for strife:
Even I can't grasp its handle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem