O cloud, show me,
Show me your play,
But not
In this winter.
Kept with you
All morality
That I know
From the summer.
Come, you are
Welcome, but not
In this autumn
As I am in fever.
If you are sure to come,
Come but not with
The snaw-fall, my dear,
And come without tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nice.. Love the poem.. (as I'm in fever) like.. Like.. Thank you