You've always been young
and always been old
And if the truth be told
I have loved both of you
For you know beloved mine
Like a jug of magic wine
When to be fresh
on the menu of life
When full and round, my loving wife
The feast endures
Let it never stop being good for us
Let the spring in our life
be forever spring
Till dessert sweet, and snow
Which with your warmth I well know
Can be so beautiful together
When this enchanted day is done
You and I and the setting sun
Will move on to another one
And the old vine
will blossom again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem