Weep not mine child 
For thou art tender and mild 
Rise up dearest, wipe thine eyes
Give in not to sorrows and it's lies
A long life lies ahead of thee
Many sorrows thou will still see
Nevertheless, let thy fears be thy might 
And chasteness be thy light 
Though thou art burdened with despair 
Forget not thy sweet smile to share 
Give others a piece of thy self to remember 
While to thine fate thou surrender
Life is short mine dear child 
Even in its brevity, evil lurks on every side 
Brace thyself against their arrows and darts
And guide thine innocent fragile heart
Listen mine sweet child, listen
only to mine words should thou hearken 
At all times show forth thine kindness
Forget not to add a little goodness 
Be strong always
Love, nonetheless, all thine days 
For even if all else fails 
Thine actions of past shall be all that bails.                
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                    