Pleasure that feeling of sweetness builds fun,
Filled by heaven where joyfully the sun
Above shines of love so buoyantly that one
Can possess that graceful splendour to run.
One now speaks of that delight that did pop,
Chasing off the blue to make the pain stop.
Planting of harmonious thoughts is the crop
In the frame of mind for progress to prop
For glory of success to be on top.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem