I am not asking for your love,
Because for now it’s safely guarded...
Believe me that i write no word
About jealous to your bride, but
Please take my reasonable advice:
Allow her to read all my poems,
Allow her to keep all my portraits -
Cause grooms are always so polite!
But these fools find the winner’s state
Is more important than something else,
Than lovely talks with friends of them
And memories of the first sweet days...
When you’ll have spent such happy days
Next to your new sweetheart and when
You’ll find that everything became
Too dull and now your soul is blase -
Then don’t come in my festive night.
Don’t come to me cause i don’t know you.
And how can i help you if i
Don’t heal from happiness and fortune?..
