The sweetest things are what quickly fly away;
The bitter ones perch too long.
A sunny smile that bear mirth's ray
Quickly dims into tears before long.
If only the kisses could stay
And not give way to misery deep,
If only the morning's warmth may
Linger even if the night's cold will beep
So darling, now that we play,
Let's deeply love in the rain;
For when there arise a new day,
Only our misery will remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem