Sweeten your banks and come to me,
Over the fair times of love to share with you;
To nature and to me so dear i do pray,
Many works of love will meet our eyes one day.
In your laps with joy and peace,
Of old and young hearts in love;
Like an impetuous speed with its voluptuous smell.
Of mutual eyes so sweet,
Peal on peal like the loveliness of a muse;
That was far away like a dying gladiator.
He heard it but he heeded not,
She heard it but she heeded not,
That was far away like a dying gladiator.
In your laps with joy and peace,
Over the fair times of love to share with you;
Beauty is still here,
Love is still here,
Peace is still here,
In hot haste to satisfy you like the sea-wolf;
But life is like a warrior taking his rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem