....And that night the rain poured
And winds blew and thunder roared
And I, weak with fright, thought
'The world's end has come about'
The thought grieved me while i slept
And when my spirit gave in, i wept.
I mourned not life's untimely end
But to end it without my lady-friend
'If living, ' I reasoned, 'is nothing minus her
How much less it is to die without her! '
And once again to God, my plea I sent
To place her by me when this world should end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem