以下原来是一首歌，不过我觉得改编一下也可以是诗。翻译的话，这应该没什么难词吧？
On the heath there stands a little flower line.
And it's named ,Monika.
All the bees are thinking that it will be mine.
Swarming round,Monika.
Full of sweetness is it little heart.
Never will the floral scent depart.
On the heath there stands a little flower line.
And it's named,Monika.
In the homeland waits a little girl of mine.
And she's named Monika.
Everyday she's hoping that I will be fine.
Don't worry,Monika.
When I come back from a distant land,
I'll sing this song and take her hand.
In the homeland waits a little girl of mine.
And she's named,Monika.
On my grave there stands a little flower,too.
And it's named,Monika.
That's the flower always reminds me of you.
Always blooming,Monika.
Now alone is my poor little bride.
Does she already know that I died?
In the homeland cries a little girl of mine.
And she's named,Monika.
