I shall be your protector; that is what he told,
And the heart that I have will beat with yours
And my love will never grow cold.
We shall be such lovers, our breaths will breathe as one,
I’ll sing at the birth of our green-eyed daughter
And weep for our blue-eyed son.
I shall be your guardian; that was all his tale,
And passion’s heat will make me bright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem