My love has fallen out into pleasant places so,
Come and taste this wonderful muse of mine;
For my heart is with joy and this glory rejoices!
And ther are pleasures evermore with you my love.
Do not let the path of this love slip you by,
For my sweet voice of love is better than the tumult of nations!
And my inward thought will rest on you always.
My heart praises your love but,
Come and listen to the oratory of my sweet love;
Because the heavens know what you are to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem