Look at the colour of my hair!
For i am now an old man;
So look for another man to marry you,
But if you still love me then let us move on.
The joy of your heart is like that of mine,
But occupied in my mind is always your sweet muse;
And i am now an old man wondering around,
But you are still like the tree of love to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem