In rich tears my eyes were aching bright;
I have been sobbing throughout the day -
And now the Earth is muffled in the night,
I am thinking of my child, and I thus pray:
Should I never thrive, all be vain;
Should I full weep away in deceiving hope;
Should heaven never pour me its lavish rain;
Should fickle Fervour ever come and elope;
Should I kill very Time in foraging ways;
Should I hurl rude pebbles against each shrine;
Should I pour Death, at the brink of days,
No refurbished ruby, but banks of brine;
Till strong anguish in my pulse should stay
And herbless remorse in my heart should compile -
Then, yet let me, the stronger should I pray,
Ever stand before him with a forever smile
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I would like to translate this poem
for ever smile, good writing, thanks.