When mores bind this flesh and spirit
Into one man of mortal pride and truth,
When two drops of tranquil waters
Fill his sight's hollows with tranquil views.
When his lips spread wide and part,
Let this follow as white delight for me,
And when his fingers erect against my skin,
let me catch it for flying modesty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem