When swallow-tails clip off my love-sickness,
The flower of Life is budding with quickness.
Let's go to search for our fate's whereabout
And guffaw at the world's way of thickness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Succinct, perhaps, however quite compendious in substance, and cleverity...Enjoyed this, young lady ~FjR`