In a short while you'll venture high above
Because this world has ceased to be your lot
And on your grave I'll plant with care and love
A small blue flower of forget-me-not.

And when I miss you, I shall take a stroll,
Then kneeling down, I'll shudder on the spot,
While watching dearly, craving in my soul,
The small blue flower of forget-me-not.

The day it withers, I shall not be sad
For we all know a flower will decay
But I am certain, and this makes me glad,
You won't forget me even for a day.

I think I'm feeling better, more mature,
Than how in my whole life I've ever been,
But maybe it's too soon to tell for sure
That I have found my essence deep within.
Because I may be weak and uncontrolled
And this deceptive world keeps me in chains
Or by my nature I may be too bold
And, although small, I want to hold the reins.
Yet, if I say I'm good, I do not boast
And how are other people, I don't care,
For maybe I have sinned in life the most,
But now I'm like a flower fresh and fair.
All people are good-natured and alert,
But diamonds are deep buried in the dirt.

A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
But one of them, for sure, had much more luck
And took advantage of the stir and fight,
And while avoiding to be caught and struck
Seized the small nut and hastily took flight.
After a while, it flew down to the ground,
Because the other crows gave up the chase,
Then cracked the nut and baffled looked around,
For it was hollow in its inner space.
That's why in life I have this wondrous creed,
Both husk and core should be refined, indeed.

The poverty is an appalling thing,
Hard to describe in words too good and kind,
But it is also bad to be a king
And have a needy soul and a poor mind.
Because the world will lose any appeal
You eat and drink and cherish what is dear,
But you forget that Time will turn the wheel
And all your wealth in air will disappear.
So, when you face the Judgment in the end
Weeping and begging mercy on your knees
You will not be permitted to ascend,
Because in life you let your heart to freeze.
Then, it is better that your soul to nurse
Instead of putting money in the purse.

The letters – twenty six – are rather few,
But words are many and around they swirl,
They're like the dew drops moon is shining through,
Which glitter in the night like beads of pearl.
And all these words long sentences can form
Or phrases even longer and refined,
Which sometimes seem to us like a wild storm,
But other times they are so nice and kind.  
And boring lectures quickly start to flow
Or other more inspired and sublime,
Which in a while will be forgotten though
For they can't be remembered all the time.
The stream of words becomes a waterfall,
But lovers say „I love you” and that's all.

Will Shakespeare wrote nice sonnets for us all,
Because he loved a young man from his heart
And so do I, as if I hear his call,
But I prefer the woman cute and smart.
The blonde, brunette or brown-haired, I don't care,
Tall, short or thin or sometimes even fat,
The woman with a soul as light as air,
And with a mind as lively as a cat.
Too bad that Shakespeare died long time ago
I bet he would have liked to be his friend,
Because I write the way he used to show,
So that the lines may shine for years on end.
Both I and Shakespeare share the same good views
For love is our dear and holy muse.

If when you look around you see amiss
And think that evil everywhere now lies,
Instead of mountain, you watch the abyss
For sure you have a problem with your eyes.
If in the glass you look with a sad face
And half the water really cannot find,
Because you see only the empty space,
Its obvious the void is in your mind.
If you don't care that people are in pain
Convinced that suffering is in control,
When you don't see the sun, but the cold rain
That means the death is present in your soul.
This world is really very bleak and sad
If man is pessimistic, sick or mad.