The lovely gardens of kings and queens,
Walking around with the sweet muse of love.
Life!
With the sweet muse of the bowers of emperors;
And, with the sweet smell of love.
Cry, crystal!
With the muse of your love in the garden of love;
Rolled, strolled!
With the sweet smell of your love;
Searching to find your way to my heart.
Cube, tube!
Like a knock heard at the door of love;
Seeing beauty and waiting for the beauty of love.
Stone, tone, one!
Near Lake Huron;
And, with the muse of peace and joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem