To express what I within me felt
That words already said had failed
I sought things materially made
To offer unto thee instead
So I turned to Jewel pieces
(And these were of dearest prices)
'But then, ' methought, 'how useless!
To bejewel a thing already so glamorous'
Then I thought to pluck thee a rose
And from the finest I'd make my choice
Yet would not the essence disappear,
The moment it would start to wither?
And when I thought to sing thee a verse
From the love song I had long rehearsed
Once again I made a halt, for I thought,
'Even they sang it too who loved thee not.'
I could find nothing, (as thou can see)
That I could finally offer to thee
For all else of which I thought
Compared t thee turned to nought
The world is, (I resolved) not endowed enough
with such things and words to spell even half
Of this huge feeling that I for you have-
The closest to it that I know of is...love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem