My sweetheart, I can't sing to you as I go.
No drum could bit the chill off my heart.
As we part, one wish will I make to you,
Hold to it as long as I have value:
Be good, sweetheart! As your love's hunters
Get disappointments, so do you get respect.
I will return to meet you with a Fresh
heart to love, and more from my Harvest.
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I would like to translate this poem
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