When I've grappled you unto my heart
Thou still mourn for his dismissal from thee
Why didst thou not die at is corpse?
Romeo, the muderer of himself and others
Years ago in a graveyard of ancient Verona,
Preventing me today from miseries of love
A true love burns deep in my heart
Swells than that of him, full of sacrifices too
Why do not you feel mine at all
Thou art blind with lacking of wisdom,
Juliet, my love where is thy dagger
Soaked with blood, witnessing a sacrifice
Do present it to me for killing myself
Sacrificing my life for an unattended love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem