With thy true love I have more wealth
Than Charon's piled-up bank doth hold;
Where he makes kings lay down their crowns
And life-long misers leave their gold.
Without thy love I've no more wealth
Than seen upon that other shore;
That cold, bare bank he rows them to -
Those kings and misers made so poor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Were are who we are because of love, either someone loves us or the love we have for them. Because of Gods love and grace we are.