There is a garden, verdant, beautiful,
With roses red and violets so blue,
The same as in love songs, so plentiful,
Except that in this garden there is you;
As I lay with the lilies, swaying free,
And tender blooms exude their fragrance, sweet
I feel a thousand brides surrounding me,
Like Solomon, with fair beauties replete;
Methinks, a moonlit eve is best of climes,
When not in night of darkness, such disgrace,
And so, true to the practice of the times,
I plan to bribe the moon to stay in place;
…..Talking to plants is good, as I recall,
…..At times, you would not talk to me at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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