Beauty has taken me for her own;
By none other am I possessed.
Why chide, dear; who radiates its truth!
And of that I've but once confessed!
If what, neglectful, you have seen
On our fragrant walks been led
Tis for that in each tender-eyed bloom
Homage to you have I rended!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem