Don’t punish your girl whose heart bleeds afresh-
She does it solely to keep bridges set-
And amongst the weed-filled hopelessnesses,
Try your best to stick when the path is wet.
Many times you shall see the sky darken,
Where the river below boils over,
That torrent shall sweep you away farther,
So you can clasp the rope of your lover;
It is that which she keeps dearly beside
Her linkings and gates into the low heart:
Just a smaller tie that she tries to hide,
But a solemn gift kindled from the start.
Yes, it was she who built monuments high,
So do not relinquish the basework sky.