The sun is shinning
The birds are chirping
The lady in white is passing
Oh what I delight to see her passing
The dimple on her rosy cheek
Oh how it makes me weak
The way she braid her silky hair
Yes all day I could stare
To the maiden I've come to know
Sweetness and care you overflow
Blissfully my heart beats for you
You are made for me and me to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem