The muse of life,
The mus eof love,
The ways of nature!
With lovely words from me to you;
At 18: 13 Hours in the land of joy.
Hours, ours!
Calling on you for your plans;
for the next day,
Oh sweet land of mysterious stones! !
I have finally found my love.
Life!
If you do not know me by now,
You will never know me again;
For real! !
And, where do lovers go to, when it is dark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem