اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From raging storms of kindred tears
To summers love in whispered ears
Of strangers
Their eyes will meet the scene is set
These rival foes at dissidence
Are unaware
Fair rose I'm told lay not before
This house of thorn in ageing war
It's open
Forlorn; foreseen as woken dream
Becloud belief
Despondency of happiness
