No sin but valentine,
How is it?
No fear but smile,
No tear but life,
How is it?
Doubtful heart,
All for dark.
Truth is not there
In anything and yet
We are advocating
Peace and life.
No protection but
Only tender.
No inner feeling
All are vendor.
Venerably,
We are all here.
And it is light and life,
Pure fever.
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I would like to translate this poem
All for love, all for time, all for life, all for stars, all for fragrance, all for earth, all for pain, all for pleasure.