bold was the splendor that sprout from shores of endless streams
twice bold the splendor flourished as winter bailed
to will the fields giant blossoms and incense-bearing butterflies
unto raged clouds peace returned a blue and golden burn
with the nightingale back to duty weaving lovers tunes
and the moon and stars on stage
a fountain sacred is born so love can triumph
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem