A garden terrace,
Race, terrace!
It opens onto an outdoor,
With a service yard.
The muse of life!
This love is sweeter than honey;
The muse of peace!
This love is sweeter than wine;
Of the album,
Beat-waves! !
Of the toffee,
Heat-waves! !
Lamented,
But, with the muse of sweet love;
In the land of beautiful gardens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem