O the beacon of my storm-tossed life!
Blunt not my passionate love on you
and tear my heart and mind to keep them in strife.
I won't in this life for your wild treatment sue
but when you deny your glance, my eyes go dim
and by not hearing your whispers, I have been feeling blue.
Give a ring and my joy will overflow the brim;
I can't forget you even if I bathe in Lethe
and know that if you spurn my love, my heart feels grim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem