I've made up my mind to ask for
The hands of the fanatic's daughter,
Her father may be a fanatic
Fanatical,
But I am sure of it
She is not,
She is not fanatical.
After seeing her stealthily
And falling in love,
I have made up my mind,
None,
But she will be,
She will be my love
And I shall ask for the hands of
None but the fanatic's daughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fanatic''s daughter's love is well presented in the poem, nice thanks