C'est le matin.
C'est le premier matin d'art.
C'est joyeux et gentil
Á la fac d'art.
The sun is bright.
The world of delight
Overwhelms me, oh dear
As u create my ecstasy.
Its a novel start.
It's a new beginning.
It's time to live
With the euphoria of fantasy.
Ah!
Never jump your horses;
Be patient with me.
Don't hand me tragedy;
Romance is my creed.
Lofty is such a place
When I meet such a face
Smiling, laughing, blushing and setting me for a royal race.
There, begins my immature tale
Which I'd like to publish one day or to set a sail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem