Song Of The Love Birds Poem by Visato Kiso

Young and low; is the sky,
Green and lively; is the grass,
Fresh and clear; is the vale streams,
Cool and zeal; is the highland breeze,

Pleased, that lovers hath their feelings,
For lovers flee to thee in rush,
And sat upon a view to marvel
Where notes of sentiments flow'd and surmount,

For the air whistle, 'our love is one',
It rode me unto my child; so blur,
And be lost shall I be; in ecstasy
My mind shall win, I prompt and boast.

Let it be; lambs and wolves, eagles and doves;
Shall together knead the threads of a unison tune,
For ours is just a moment to be merry;
For tomorrow the world scorns!