The two Olive Trees,
With minute details as they are;
But a reed like a measuring rod is in my hand,
And the writings on the alter confines your love.
The Two Lamps of the Seven Lamp-stands,
As it was with you and like my muse;
But declared to you like the colours of the rainbow!
And like the joy of my heart to kiss your lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem