If a writer loves you, you'll never die,
If a painter loves you, you'll never fade,
If a jester loves you, you'll never cry,
If a merchant loves you, you'll be his trade.
If a pilot loves you, you'll forever be high,
If a sculptor loves you, you'll eternally be made,
But their true love will simply be a lie,
Because for you it is I a poet who has been made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem