'I'm standing at your gate
My fairest one
With a guitar while I wait
For you to come
I will strum a lovely tune
So we can sing
Under this radiant moon
A charming thing!
As our blending harmony
Will fill the air
We'll sing in your balcony
So nice to hear
This unwavering serenade
They all will know
That to God I always prayed
I love you so.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem