Bold,
Behold! ! The bed of love;
With gold made of righteous morals,
Sold as the work of the truth,
Hold on to the facts of life! !
Old enough,
Not to fold in so easily!
With the muse of the cold outside;
Because, the dove of gladness is waiting for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem