My wooden palisades, golden cornfields and chestnut mares
My bards and trumpeteers, they will ring and sing
Stomp their feet and blow their horns
For their lord's heart now belong to someone.
The children jeer and fuss and diss
They run and kick and topple over
They run to their mothers and confess
For they saw a lady with grace that surpass.
A merry coat, fur of winter fox's
A feather fastened behind your ear
Rings and bangles, necklaces
From my fief all is for my dear.
Old and young, maids and footmen, beck and call
banquets, fireshows you can't ignore
From the summer to this year's fall
My lady you will have my love and more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem