There, the nymph for the last time
Is meeting with the devil.
The sun rises high
The darkness is never riding it up.
There the people are never strange one to each other,
The life is sweet as a kiss
Of the fairy.
There, wherever you look
You will find smile.
There it is beautiful,
But though inimitable,
Still undiscovered…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem