Fractures,
Reeling,
Distress,
Confusion;
Hanged on a tree is the muse of your love,
And i need to climb up high to get to you.
Men, women, the youth and the old;
Visit this vine and visit this home,
For a joyful sound is now heard in the land of my muse!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem