Happiness, do not leave me.
I know you, a capricious monarch
perching on the fortunate flowers you see.
Hear me:
I am too attached to this royalty now.
Can I make you rest here somehow?
I will offer you the nectar of every flower in blossom,
the honey of every fruit in harvest.
I will make the Earth a garden,
the entire universe a forest.
I beg of you not to flutter by.
I beg of you not to leave me, butter-coloured fly.
Nest here
and for you,
I will create a home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can only say wow! ! Such creativity I have not seen in a while... Fleeting happiness, it is indeed a moment that will nor rest! ! ! This is one of the best poems I have ever read! ! ! Just a work of art! Thank you for posting.
I'm very flattered. I don't know what to say. Thank you very much, Bill.