No hope in the world that kept us apart,
A world with eyes, but lost the sight.
Thus the fair time had unjust the heart;
And the peaceful age had start the fight!
Oh, shall I sit and whine my luck?
Then let the peers make me sage.
Or shall I rise and hold my pluck
Upon my world and break the cage.
We're out of world that has no love.
Witnessed the sky upon your oath;
And the wind took our words above,
Now and until death have us both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem