A splendid vase –
the setting sun rotates
in redness of the skies.
Oh! Of happiness I dream!
My tiny planet I’ll treasure up
(for ages just a flower of earth
a rose used to be) .
I am setting off …
The green snake’s love
is sincere only –
to the end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another way would, unfortunately, Milena, except heart