I cherish thine image inside of my shatter'd heart,
And I cannot forget thee; for me ‘tis too hard.
And now I am too drunk to aware my pain,
But I will live for sacred love again.
And even grave will not destroy my love;
‘Tis so strong and immortal like heaven above.
And when the death will cover me with its wave
I bid thee welcome to visit my evergreen grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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