“Mất chàng vẫn ngọt ngào hơn...” “To lose thee — sweeter than to gain...”

“To lose thee — sweeter than to gain...”

To lose thee — sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!

The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea.
Without the sterile perquisite,
No Caspian could be.