' O ye, the walls of my room
And the place of my love,
Sing to me the ultimate love,
And the love of bound airs.
o, ye the window panes of my Hutch,
Play the tunes of breeze to me,
And dance the antics of beautiful bee,
Love, roses and blossoms.
O ye the roof of my Palace,
Beat the drums of great fortune,
To play the music of lonely tone,
And the love of Solitude.
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I would like to translate this poem
great brother! good one...poetry mixes well with solitude, , , it's a true companion.solitude is fine but you have to tell somebody that solitude is fine