I love the maid, she loves a man,
He loves another maiden,
So now you see why my heart is
With heavy worry laden
I wished her mine, she wished him hers,
His wish was for that fire.
And so I wished, she wished, he wished
And none had one's desire.
I dream of her, she dreams of him,
He's dreaming of another.
What should I do? what should she do?
Oh dear, why such a bother?
So here I lie, and there she lies,
And somewhere he is lying.
Wishing wishes and dreaming dreams;
Each for the wrong one dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem