Besides that long thing
Have I seen a terrible wrath
And I having held up not to sing
Did I see her eye in a lovely search
But if I tell you that her lips were a glowing fire
You won't believe this being the desire
And besides the death she held out the wire
Tell my poor self of her fashing buyer
Besides death she held the willow
Besides that death he gave her a pillow
Besides all that she would have been a widow
But for him her desire was brought to zero
And because of him her fire was consumed in a swallow
Besides the death he lay his head
Besides her he sought his end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem