For thou shalt not live truth bent,
Thy promise hast been conquered
Thou promised thy would die hast not thy my kiss
Yet thy still breathes breath in the depth of thou breast
A kiss upon thine lips hast but poisoned the soul
Yet thou hast yet perish from mortal bonds
Hath thou changed thine mind upon death
If thou canst not have love
For thou once promised thy would perish if not for thy love
Yet thy hast not a dropp of love and yet thy hast still to stop
Thine's own breathing and thine own living
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I would like to translate this poem