I would not have you grieve for me today
Nor weep beside my vacant chair,
Could you but know my daily portion here,
You would not, could not, wish me there.
I know why He said, 'Ear hath not heard.'
I have no words, no alphabet,
Or even if I had, I dare not tell,
Because you could not bear it yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem