A people of joy and a people of peace,
They have forgotten Yahweh and they now vow to Amen;
But where is your zeal and where is your strength?
For the lady in red is my lover and she is like,
The melting fire which burns along the way!
Pleasure things,
Come and learn the value of true love;
For Rome was not built in a day,
And i have the mind to teach you always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem