I met Cupid the other day
Lounging alone in the tranquil park,
By the lively lake, on the soft-thatched clay,
Where love was vowed in lay by faithful larks.
In timid steps I drew near to him,
I patted his shoulder once, so fearful
That he was asleep- indeed he seemed
To be, so I waited at a distance patiently.
I waited as the lake and air were lent with gold,
Among the oblivion of children’s mirth,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem