You are always so strange and so new one, 
And I serve to you harder by  time, 
But your love, o my strict friend, is suffering, 
As the test with the fire and iron.
You forbid me to sing or to smile, 
And to pray - that's the earlier ban.
But, in spite of that, I don't want parting, 
And the other ways - careless of that.
So alien to earth and to  heaven, 
I'm living without a song.
As if you had taken from  eden, 
And from hell - my before-time free soul.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    