What do you know about love
To ask me thus to wipe my tears
What and what do you know
To even dear me lend you my ears
I wouldn't listen even if I could
Nor would it be worthy if I should
For you'll only ask me to forget
A woman on whom my life I'd bet
Even if to lose it then therein
I would never ever mind
For this is a feeling wherein
The brain becomes black and blind
Let me shed my salty tears
Let no one prevent me from braying loud
Like a future-less donkey with all its fears
Who is now paying ere for being proud
I need not consolation or rebuking
What I need is a newly made coffin
Wrought from wood and not of gold
Carved from the Golden weeping willow
It's the tears of a prince who's not been crown'd
The tears of a non-heartless man without a heart
Whose heart pieces have all been drown'd
By his Cocytus tears amidst death's sailing yacht.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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