Life, love, vision!
The pursuit;
Like the window of the sea,
As one sails along with hope.
Life, wife, knife!
The judgement;
Many years ago,
But, sailing along with hope.
Vine, brine, cine, sine, wine, fine, dine, tine, mine!
Love does not rejoice in iniquity;
And, love is not puffed up with pride,
But, one who lives for the pleasures of this world is already dead.
The pursuit!
With the muse of sweet love clearly in you;
As it is today,
And, as it was some years ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem