The weasel thieves in silver suit,
The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
To pipe the cold away.
The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
Might house my heart with thee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this guy! ! Especially thoughtful is his poem The Happiest Heart.