Had I known, what heaven looks like,
I would have taken my chariot, and ride you there.
The devils won't dare me to strike,
For the gods have given me- my part to share.
I heard: the flowers there, are like diamonds,
Which grows beside the brimming golden river.
I will pluck one red rose in the islands,
While the cupids keep on playing the zither.
I will stare at your beautiful face- oh beloved!
And I will kiss your starry eyes.
I will give the rose to you, for you will be loved:
By me, and by the angels, without any lies.
After that- I will bring you down to the earth,
And we will kiss and part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem