Toil, toll!
Attracted with the muse of love;
Place, lace, ace, pace!
With muse of the sweet thing inside;
Darts, arts, parts, charts!
Official and special with the muse of true love;
Fits, outfits!
Joy to the hearts of lovers;
Like the rising sun! !
Seen by the eyes;
And like the settling down of the sun,
Also seen by the eyes of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem