Alas adorned in shy apparel
Love paragon and idol of faith
Glad, sportive, prank as April
Glaring flame an' alluring moth
Sweet dove-balmy chattering
With troating - gait what thrusting look!
Ever blooming no days battering
Waving on shrug long golden shock
I give myself in love-temple
Come what may be of my castle*
* king in chess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem