Truly my dear,
the death of thy heart
Frozen my tear as I breaking apart
And stumble in fear.
How thou can feel
the bitter cold;
In my frozen heart seal,
while thy beauty without my soul.
I can not impel my sacred rapture,
though still the fluttering heart survive;
Thy beauty in my soul captured,
Until my blissful life revive.
[Thy spirit deceived all enlighten,
and in sorrow I grieve
for the forsaken of thy spirit and soul].
Instalasi Sastra
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