Oh, I am going to kiss her,
my most beautiful flower returns to me,
in comfort I will wait upon her,
when she raises her arms, she is coming back
and then, with the woman in the morning glow
I will wave at my most lovely darling,
I will cut whirlpools against the blossoming first star
of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem