لو كنت اعرف كنت انتحرت قبل افكر اترجمها المهم بعد فترة تكون انهيتها وبكتب رد عن القصة يوضح اشياء جدا غريبة
There was a King in Thule, Was faithful till the grave,— To whom his mistress, dying, A golden goblet gave. Naught was to him more precious; He drained it at every bout: His eyes with tears ran over, As oft as he drank thereout. When came his time of dying, The towns in his land he told, Naught else to his heir denying Except the goblet of gold.