In the apex of autumnal equinox,
Tearing new paths and rearing golden locks,
Splendid and slender, voluptuous and vivacious, Raucous and rapturous, now belts the chorus,
'Taryn oh Taryn when will you see,
what joyous moments you share with Randy? '
Forever blind and bound to the will of the gods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem