The beauteous maiden that was thee
Has sneaked beyond my sight.
Though hidden, I remember so fondly,
Before I would sleep at night
I myself am no wondrous Adonis,
Though love did strike correctly,
And I made more than a promise
To love thee, until ending of eternity.
One can't destroy such a memory.
Of charm that overtook my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem