The young lady,
With the gate of love;
As she opened it for you to enter in,
Very nice and sensible.
The muse of love,
With the sweet muse of life;
But, the door to the gate of her love was opened to you;
And, you entered in.
The muse of life,
Inside the room of love with joy and peace;
And like the sweet songs of the beautiful birds and the butterflies around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem