Holding the wine glasses in my hand,
O’ sweet night! pour wine I said…!
While I was lurching due to fuddle, rejoicing here,
sweet wine is also flowing over…!
As the darkness of the night is passing by – two
sweet lily flowers being lifted straight…!
In the burning loneliness, in her photo
She keeps her entire hairdo in front over her chest…!
Smiling with mischievous look at me…!
O’ my dear…!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem