The sun just rises in the east,
Tender love gets up early from bed;
looks stratus in the sky, dyed with red.
Festive land, mysterious sibylline;
Love, saucy, perpetrator strange,
Shadowy evocative orangery swoon orange.
Novel in verse, words beyond words...
Love is writer with zeal and glow;
Hopeful to publish fast yellow-back yellow.
Moonlit-bathed forest land of spring;
Far-off river valley dreaming screen,
Appears blackish, though love is green.
Here and there seen holes serpents living;
Love is suffering from outraging flu;
Preposterous emotion makes him blue.
Who flunks unknown, mallard flying away...
However a drama of phantom on the go;
Background fumed involuted deep indigo.
Dipping light the west-front getting dark,
Virus of star disease rapidly incubate,
The vilifying wind violent to violate violet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem