They say love is a gamble.
Place your bet on it and you lose.
Play to lose and you win.
Its mysteries, i try to know.
It burns out after it lits up the sky for a while. Why does it never shine forever?
If i was to be love, i would not select. I will gíve myself to all men,
Even those not worthy of my mysteries.
If i was to be love,
I'll gamble not with hearts, And ridicule no mortal.
But i can never be you, oh love!
So, i wonder and wonder at you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem