The pulse of love goes on foreversinging the songs of immense joy;
The heart of love knows no bounds of happiness
with music the love throbs out from the pulse;
The palpitation pulsates the beats of love;
And the body lifts up to the firmament of the void
with plentitude of ease.
Love is the bed of roses for a pleasing life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem