My son, I found you lonely, haunting pains!
I lost thy life in duke of forest brook.
Why could not see I coffin float thee moors?
Where did they take to bury my heart and groom?
My bleeding heart that tears as glacier melts!
Oh, son! I have the smell thy soil of grave;
If only were l grass that would there grows.
Thou were a toddler, grew so old and brave.
My age that blinds my eyes to see thee more.
My sobs too touch the skies and falls thy grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem