I owe the night ten thousand days
and the day, ten thousand nights
for I have wasted both to find ways
to serve you passion and delights
and if the seas change to mist
and if the mist reverse to seas
my love for thee shall resist
even Hell's deathly breeze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion and delights! With the muse of sweet love. Nice work.