Make love, young lovers, wherever you are
Before God takes you in, and looks you over
And is too selfish to share.
Make love, young lovers, where ever you are
Before age overcomes you, memory supersedes you
And stars fall out of the clouds.
Make love, young lovers, wherever you are
So that children will play, worlds will be made
Loves will be lost, and stories are told.
Make love until you are old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is love and love is God-this should be practised from womb to tomb, what this poem says.