Wind and hail and veering rain, 
Driven mist that veils the day, 
Soul's distress and body's pain, 
I would bear you while I may.
I would love you if I might, 
For so soon my life will be 
Buried in a lasting night, 
Even pain denied to me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    