Love!
A healing touch;
Life!
Like a singing bird;
But, you are now sleeping on the bed of roses.
Muse!
Love is everything in life;
But, it has its side of pains.
Life!
Void of every zest;
Zest, test!
In the land of your muse.
Life!
And, the woman held the flute;
playing the tune of love to satiafy you.
Desires!
With men and women;
Bed, bird!
Full of love;
Son, sun!
Full of work;
Life!
Coming to me.
Joy!
And, the woman geard the flute;
In the land of your sweet muse,
Dancing to the melody of the flute.
Muse!
Like an old love returning from the past;
Infinity, affinity!
Void of every zest;
Price, prize!
With the honour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dancing to the melody of the flute, thanks.