Translation of a poem I like. The translation is mine, not the poem, of course.
I love, and nothing tells it; I love, and only I know it;
And my secret is dear to me, and dear is my suffering;
And I vowed to love without hope,
But not without happiness; - I see you, it's enough.
And my secret is dear to me, and dear is my suffering;
And I vowed to love without hope,
But not without happiness; - I see you, it's enough.
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