Thou hast done well, cousin,
To accomplish at last the nuptial vow,
To wed thee a husband
In a corner of the year.
Remember our youth, the flight
Of minds together- mischievous minds!
The visits, the family, the memory;
Canst thou remember these through tears
As thee step to his side
And commit what is left
Of a lifetime what God
Is committed to connect:
Thy love through the dark times-
Through briars where flowers grow
From thorn to rose,
Pulsing to recollect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem