Wish I were a flower on the wreath placed on your bosom,
To decay with your mortal remains, a paragon of virtue,
To be one under earth, and later in heaven be awesome,
Soulmates, to enjoy all pleasures of life you did eschew!
Wish I were one of the wailing candles, to melt and glued,
To the coffin that holds an epitome of stoic endurance,
To feel the agony you went through, under the tyrant, crude,
And unromantic that plucked a premature bud in arrogance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem