May goddess Spring dance about alluringly
In all her pomp and splendor most benign
Man would cling fast to his maid
With greater longing most lovingly
And find nobler fulfillment in just a glance
At his beloved and no poet be competent
To describe even scantily the ecstasy blest
A lover would prefer his darling undrest
Than well-clad, diamond- studded and decorated
Perhaps the Creator Himself in a fit of envy unwarranted
Drove the Man and his darling out of the Garden, getting tempted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem